Rabbi Rael Blumenthal

He got on my zoom call, “Rabbi”, he said, “Can you somehow prove If God’s living or dead?”

I’d like to believe it, At least some days I do. I know I’m supposed to, I know I’m a Jew.

But the world that I come from, Of screens, memes and facts, They look at guys like you, They think you’re all quacks.

But I’m open minded And my friend said to call. Can You prove there’s a God For once and for all?

“I’m afraid I cant help you” He stared back confused. “The God you can’t prove Is not God of the Jews.”

So hear is my challenge, What’s your ideal? Do you want me to prove That Our God is Real?

Or maybe you’d rather Remain with your questions? But if you’d like to find out Then I have some suggestions.

Intrigued, he then asked What do you mean? I asked: “Can you see My bookshelf on your screen.”

Yes? Ok good, Count every red book And I moved out the way, So he’d get a good look.

Then I covered my camera So he couldn’t see, And asked: “how many black books On shelf number three?”

Black books? He challenged I was was looking for red?! I have no idea, And I did what you said!

Well isn’t it funny, How all that we find Are the things we are counting To the rest we’re still blind.

If you’re looking to see That Hashem’s really there You’ll see it’s not hard He is everywhere.

It’s the secret of Purim He’s still holding our hand Though His name isn’t mentioned, It all goes as planned.

All Jewish history, The tales of our nation, Show us how He’s here, And that’s this celebration.