Black ink and sunbeams poetry

Exile,
Dredging the fathomless
depths of your heart for love
pull forth only the sedimental
stuff of sorrow

You,
baptized in sunlight,
having walked alongside the prophets
speak with a voice of thunder,
You, dwelling within
the sacrificial smoke
rising up beyond the peak of Sinai
past the saints,
speak,
Your voice, like thunder,
piercing through
even the fathomless
depths
of sorrow