A Kaddish
When the souls made their passage
I sang one of the soul tunes
Into Your hands I entrust my spirit
All the words
Jumped off the page
The white fire turned soft bluish-green
The black fire set new against the white fire
Bluish-green
Color of souls finding their way home
At the time I lie down
And the time I rise up
G*d is with me
I shall not fear
I had to pause after that
The words relaxed
They were banging all over the room
I might have been swallowed up into the ground then
My feet heavy with the weight of my own soul
Settling into my body
Pray for the souls
Their courage for the journey to the ancestors
And the meeting with G*d
Honor the vessels that accompany the souls
Vessels working so hard to house our souls
Because our souls
Are flamboyant
Hard to contain
They burn bluish-green
And light up
From within
Our holy bodies
Temples
Bodies
Palaces
Blessed are the souls
As they leave the Temple of body
As they make their way home to the ancestors
Who inhabit a far-away place
Far away from Australia or Rhode Island
Where they once dwelled
