Directions

Directions

If it were
Up to me
I'd take on
Every stringency

I'd spend my days
In thought and prayer
From text to text
And lose myself in mystery

Then realize it never was
Or ever will be up to me.
It's always been about some
One else who begs us all

To go down to Him.

This Yom Kippur

This Yom Kippur

I forgive

Those that showed me the ugly side of 

Religion.

That took what was most dear to me and 

Flushed it down the toilet.

Who stole, injured, raped, murdered

With actions but also with words.

That constantly asked, demanded, asked, demanded, and asked again without shame.

And when you didn’t give were made to feel

Irrelevant.

Who engaged in false flattery, while 

Thinking first and foremost of themselves,

I forgive. 

And I start anew.

Hoping somehow that this year will be Different.

That I will not be asked for anything that

I cannot afford.

That I will be only with those who love me 

For who I am.

With people that are real, like children.

I forgive and I pray

To be forgiven.

 

Yonah (Dove)

It's time 

To fly,

Ben Amitai

The trial is over,

Victory sealed

Our pact renewed

My truth revealed.

Now, shine your light

From miles away

Like those before

For those today.

It's not too early,

It's not too late.

Pour out your joy

My pure young mate.

Please be at peace

And sing My song

Let out your smile

Don't wait too long.

I Am Not

I Am Not
Interested
In idols
Of humans.
I'm Jewish
After all.

I wish I
Didn't need
Labels: white
Versus black
Man, woman
Short and tall.

I hope one
Day to care
Just for You
Who is Big
And not me
Who am small.

To break through
And connect
And just do
My best not
To need so
Many walls.

Yom Kippur

My love, in My eyes,
Is the apex of beauty.

My people are perfect
Like the cries of a child

Never a fall
From which it doesn't recover.

Not a single blemish
That I can't brush aside.

It always looks tall
From the top of My shoulders.

Calm and collected
As it's held in My arms.