The Cup of Eliyahu by Marge Piercy
Open the door for Eliyahu
that he may come in.
There are moments for each
of us when you summon, when
you call the whirlwind, when you
shake us like a rattle: then we
too much become you and rise.
Open the door for Eliyahu
that we may come in.
—Marge Piercy
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