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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

21 Elul 5773: Change (part 2)

I turn and churn
and swirl.
a whirling dervish
of motion
emotion
non stop
and restless
skirting
flirting with the
jagged edges of
chaos.

It is an endless
and eternal
dance,
never the same--
not the stream
nor the path
nor the days
with worlds enough
and time.

Never the same
not ever,
and I
skate along the crumbling edge
flirting with the razor-edged rim
slipping,
sliding
again.

But it does not
Change.
Not this dance,
not this slipstream
dream of
sharp edges
and
motion.

To change
is to
stop,
to bow out of
the dance,
To chance
a slow and steady
studied
measure.
One measure
One note
One step
One breath--

One sideways
step
to be

Changed.