Quiet Jacob
Quiet Jacob Avigayil F The world did not want him— And so, he draped himself in his brother’s skin; He left his father’s home; Learned slyness from his uncle — Underneath, his own skin crawled. At first, he dreamt of angels, a ladder of endless potential, rungs climbing towards the Heavens. Later, he dreamt of sheep, of baser, earthly things. “Don’t be afraid,” he was told, Because he was—afraid. He was not the boy he had once been: He learned to raise his voice. He learned to make demands. Once, he'd been known for his gentle words; The softness of his speech had almost blown his cover. The world did not want his sweetness. The world did not want his innocence. Jacob longed for the tents of his youth. Inspired by the song יעקב התמים