Thursday, May 28, 2020

49 toward the Omer

malkhut shebmalkhut

I did not know, forty-nine days ago, that the road would lead me home. I know I’ve arrived, because even if the days continue, I no longer feel need to keep count. That’s why I call the stars by name, God says, tell them numbers at random as lullabies.

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