When a butterfly pushes out toward sun,
unfolding wet wings, shaking off the last silky strands
of home –
Just before it launches into flight,
does it turn back
and bless the cocoon
that held it?
Mah nora hamakom hazeh,
how awesome
is this place.
of home –
Just before it launches into flight,
does it turn back
and bless the cocoon
that held it?
Mah nora hamakom hazeh,
how awesome
is this place.
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Source, bless this (ephemeral) space
where we’ve grown,
and sung,
each voice, alone –
where we’ve listened for,
or imagined
each other’s rhythms,
tried to sync them with our own.
where we’ve grown,
and sung,
each voice, alone –
where we’ve listened for,
or imagined
each other’s rhythms,
tried to sync them with our own.
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Bless the flickering light
that carried smiles
over miles to each of us,
cocooned inside our homes.
that carried smiles
over miles to each of us,
cocooned inside our homes.
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Bless the air
in which we now, unfolding,
blink at the sun,
limbs wobbling,
slowly remembering,
re-assembling.
in which we now, unfolding,
blink at the sun,
limbs wobbling,
slowly remembering,
re-assembling.
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Bless the stones on which we step
across this creek,
treading back to where
the ground is pounded
smooth, grooved into circles
from season after season
of our gathering.
across this creek,
treading back to where
the ground is pounded
smooth, grooved into circles
from season after season
of our gathering.
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Mah nora hamakom hazeh,
how awesome is this place.
Barukh haMakom, Barukh Hu,
blessed is the Place
that holds us.
how awesome is this place.
Barukh haMakom, Barukh Hu,
blessed is the Place
that holds us.
