An intention for finding holiness in the people and places you least expect on the High Holidays
the earth is my holiest holy
the addict’s smoke is my incense
the back of the broken penniless is the altar i pray upon
with empty pockets
of course
for there are no dues in G-d’s House
the veil is the blanket over the shelterless
and the anointing oil is from the scratched head longing to be on the mend
and the warm bath in this place that awaits them
here there is no sacrifice
for here
children laugh
tiptoeing past the blade of heaven’s knife
and running far into the valley of Your eternal life
of course
the earth is my holiest holy
we are afraid of the dark
but the ark is our bodies
and we hold each other here
You see us
we see us
suddenly
we see you in
A Different Light
vision without sight
The Holy of Holies
We are Here
and
the earth
ever unclean
delights!
