It Is To You I Turn
It is to you I turn.
The table stands on tiptoe.
Every object leaps to its place.
The closed book rises
on its thousand pages
and my wakefulness rejoices.
I turn to you,
my song in the house of night,
my shield against the quarrels.
I turn to you,
who unifies the upward heart.
Your name
is the foundation of the night.
The Accuser,
with his thousand voices,
stands in the place
you are not named.
Blessed is the name
that holds this house
in the firmness of mercy,
and binds this song to the rock.
~ Leonard Cohen
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