Shmitah

I went to the edge of a forest,
On an island,
To remember.
 
In voice, 
Strong, robust, solid,
In word,
 
And notes,
And deep kavannah
Gifted back to me,
 
Resonant 
With hills,
And rocks,
 
Water,
And trees,
Came my inheritance 
 
Of prayer.
 
That evening,
Before I was ready,
I returned 
To the city.
 
We move through space,
And we occupy time,
Especially when we
 
Return to being still.

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