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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.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Ani Tefillah

I climbed a ladder of light
Spanning a river
   of cool water
      and liquid fire.
There is no space between 
My soul.
No separation from 
My breath.

This river 
That flows through
Dust and heat,
That is light--
   That tastes of summer
      And salt,
         And smells of desire--
This light 
That plays with shadow
And is tangled with

There is no distance from
my heart
that beats in sacred rhythm--
   in pounding
        lightening rhythms--
Urging me to move,
And be still,
And flow with liquid 

I am caught--
And I am carried--
And I climb
This ladder of light.
And there,
At the center--
At my beginning, 
At my end,
Which is all of me--
In that place,
I dance 
In the palm of God's hand
And I am whole.