Lightning

They say that
inspiration strikes
like a bolt of lightning
illuminating the path
of truth
for the briefest of moments
before you are plunged
back into the gloom.

They say that
the task of a Jew
is to commit to memory
a set of directions
to truth
to carry you through
until lightning strikes again.

But what happens when
that second strike
doesn’t come
for weeks,
months,
or years?

What happens when
that first burst of illumination
doesn’t reveal one clear route
but a web of paths
twisting
interweaving
each leading to a different destination?

How do you decide
which directions to commit to memory
and which are simply distractions?

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