ben-Uziel broiled poultry passing by;
for such a peaceful guy, some found that odd.
High-wattage conduit into the sky
three times each day bore orisons to God.
Hillel'd expounded worlds between the words
to find a covert mitzvah to be kind.
His davening posed no such threat to birds;
the God he linked dwelt neatly in his mind.
Our omnipresent God is everywhere
and Hillel's pleased to place the local call.
What others broadcast to the atmosphere
his private chat with God is "still" and "small".
Once we've internalized the Deity
Their miracles are wrought through you, and me.
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