Go. until you are sand and stars,
until I am the only whisper
you hear,
the one of your heart,
the dreamer of you.
Leave behind all
that you know
and love
and believe.
Leave your father's gaze
and your mother's kiss.
Leave the feeling of home
and go.
Go until you are stars and sand,
until you are a blessing.
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.
Friday, October 27, 2017
Until You are Stars and Sand - a poem for parashat Lech L'cha
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