Beneath a sky of stars
in this time of great answering
I will sing
my own brief poem.
in this time of great answering
I will sing
my own brief poem.
If the bowl of the sky is a lens
on the infinite eye
all images pass through
I will seek
mercy
among trees, branches, beings
all deserving care.
on the infinite eye
all images pass through
I will seek
mercy
among trees, branches, beings
all deserving care.
Because aren’t we all
swirling dust, flashing shards
from a broken vessel of hope
too vast be contained?
swirling dust, flashing shards
from a broken vessel of hope
too vast be contained?
I will seek
the glint in you,
some magnificent bit of shimmer
as we meet and warm ourselves
in presence.
the glint in you,
some magnificent bit of shimmer
as we meet and warm ourselves
in presence.
I will ask
what care can I bring
to my own brief glinting?
what care can I bring
to my own brief glinting?
2 Responses
Beautiful and evocative!
Beautiful poem, it really captures the spirit of Elul.