AT THE WELL
Shma, listen
for how we might be
holy bodies,
a holy people.
It is an old story.
something shining appears
on the horizon of the ordinary,
a messenger arrives
mystery at last is
searching for me –
Where does wisdom
and forgiveness live? –
everywhere and nowhere,
in Ur, Haran and the valleys
and roads of Canaan
In the end
all she could do
was wail then
leave her body,
her y’lalah
a shofar’s broken
call
Before: the whole heart, the broken heart
Simchat TOrah 10,07.2023
Please well of grace, keeper of
thresholds, root and
belly of all endings, all beginnings,
lead me into exile
I walk
through rubble
turning towards
the burning earth
Womb
to womb
beauty to
beauty,
crow
insists I
awaken
to my position
woven by oak