What ten words rule you?
Which move you?
Bring you forward
and return you?
What ten words
bow you
and bend you
and fill you full?
Which serve you,
or demand that
you serve?
Which call you
to your journey,
to dive inward,
move outward,
and carry you to distant
trackless shores -
a barren wilderness
that is more vast
than sky,
more filled
than stars
and time?
And yet those words,
those ten,
they carry you -
From all that
you know;
Ten words lift you
into a boundless unknown.
bring you to self;
bring you to God.
For Shavuot
based, in part, on Exodus 34:27, in honor of "Aseret ha'd'brot" - the Ten Words
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. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
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Monday, August 15, 2016
Ark
I made a house of wood,
Of cubits and inches
and fashioned with tongues
and grooves, and
all the pieces fitted together,
just so.
It was beautiful to behold.
Inside, I placed soft feathers
and stones of quarry gray.
They rested in shadow
and were cold to the touch.
Just so, they burned
my hands
based on Deut. 10:3-5
Of cubits and inches
and fashioned with tongues
and grooves, and
all the pieces fitted together,
just so.
It was beautiful to behold.
Inside, I placed soft feathers
and stones of quarry gray.
They rested in shadow
and were cold to the touch.
Just so, they burned
my hands
based on Deut. 10:3-5
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Head to Heart
The longest journey
begins with a breath -
breath being one of the names of God -
and ends in Breath:
as the name of God is a prayer: amen.
It is played out
on a bridge more narrow than fear
and wider than Heaven,
And gathers together
the battered, embattled rubble
of broken days and history.
It is - as if it ever wasn't - love,
that journey of unknown proportion,
Coming not because of,
Nor in spite of.
Love that is whole
And endless
And love -
God, yes!
Love,
in all its infinite
and glorious
unknowing
boundlessness -
Love.
Love.
That is the journey
That is the breath
of God.
Amen.
For Tisha B'av