24 toward the Omer

tiferet shebnetzach

Somewhere between today and tomorrow is the turning point, although in the desert it might make sense to ask what the turn is toward,

if there is someone around to ask, and if there is no one around, it might make sense to ask what that’s about, anyway,

which itself could be the turning point. I’m not at a mountain yet, God, but Earth itself is a sphere, where anywhere I stand

that is not artificially exalted or lowered still leaves me on a different level from everyone else. Ah, God says. A three-dimensional evaluation

with attention given to the one axis that sets you apart. All three do, I say. Don’t be too hard on yourself, God says.