Berukhah at Yah
Ruakh ha’olam
Blessed Steady Breath,
It is the middle of the night and I am awake.
My brain will not stop:
I fret, I plan, I pine.
So I read, I pee, I pet the cat
But nothing works.
Tell me a story,
Something familiar and soothing,
Nothing real:
Comfort and stupefy me.
Then make this night like Shabbat
With no before or after
And nothing to worry about
Besides my blankets.
I close my eyes for this holy conversation
And ask that every breath becomes a soothing prayer
And ask for a quiet heart,
And imagine that I sleep.
Amen.
