5 toward the Omer

"All real living is meeting."
—a quote from Martin Buber

Every once in a while
I talk too much and
forget to listen for God

I realized two days ago
that I also generally fail
to ask God any questions

When writing Grandma these days
I don't ask her questions

so it doesn't feel awkward
that she doesn't write back

but I think God might
or maybe God should feel
just a little bit awkward

4 toward the Omer

There are times when
God seems closer than
the people around me

And other times when
the people around me
seem closer than God

And by closer I
actually mean more real
or more in focus

It’s as if I’m
located at the intersection
of perpendicular planes within
a multidimensional coordinate system

3 toward the Omer

Should I doubt
my sense of
God since it
varies from room
to room and
I've known for
a while that
it really depends
on how much
air is blowing
through the vents

That's really the
reason why I
sense God much
more predictably at
night when taking
a walk or
sitting on a
bench with you

There is a
silence that gives
me a sense
of God in
that low hush
of leaves rustling
in the wind

But maybe I'm
just remembering my
mother's swishy uterus

Why I wear them today

The LORD spoke to Moses, saying: Speak to the Israelites and tell them to make tassels on the corners of their garments for all generations. They shall attach to the tassel at each corner a thread of blue. This shall be your tassel, and when you visit a woman at Jewish Home Lifecare she shall see it and remember who you are, the girl who wears tassels, and not stray into believing she has not met you before, falling into forgetfulness. Thus you will be reminded to keep all My commandments, and be holy to your God. I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt to be your God. I am the LORD your God.
True--

2 toward the Omer

I decide
to wait
til later
to praise
the Holy
One Who's
Blessed cuz

I don't
think I
feel like
it quite
yet but

as I
remove my
tefillin I
notice I'm
humming a
tune from
Hallel and

I realize
that I
do indeed
feel like
it but

I decide
to wait
til later
to praise
the Holy
One Who's
Blessed cuz

1 toward the Omer

my
friend
and
I
compared
our
preferred
poetry
and
prose
styles
to
our
preferred
relationships

Anointed

Almost finished with my pre-Pesach shower
I reach for the clear bottle of
turquoise body wash
"infused with
exfoliating sea salts"

I touch the perfume of our deliverance
to the backs of my ears

Siyyum

Siyyum
sky yum
scry some
sea moon
I hum
sigh sun
see soon

requested by Joel Goldstein

for now I too walk in a world that seems full of everything except you

based on Psalm 131

It’s been a while.

I don’t expect much anymore,
just go about my days,
bed to school to work to bed.


God, I used to know you were there
but I am not so sure anymore.
I have lost my pride,
my condescension toward agnostics
for now I too walk in a world
that seems full of everything except you.


Do you remember the synagogue
that seemed to have hundreds of pews
and you and I were the only ones there?


Or the time you were in the rainy windy mist
in the parking lot outside of my Hebrew school?


How about the evening at summer camp in Minnesota
where the moon set over the lake just a little too fast
and I became fearful and bowed and pleaded?


And surely you must remember when I sang to you
in a hotel room in DC during high school Model UN
and I didn’t have friends with me and everybody else
was at a dance and I was oh so lonely and I think I cried?


What about those nights at Harvard
when I would sit on the ledge of the largest library
and look out through the branches of a tree at the starry sky
with my arms around my knees in the coolness of the season
and bask in the quiet truth of being with you for timeless minutes?


I don’t think I deserve to see you
more than anyone else does. There is no reason
why I should have superior knowledge of the Divine.
But I miss you
like a weaned child misses her mother,
wondering were you ever there? was it a dream? did I imagine you?
I’ve taught myself to be contented with the occasional glimmer
of connection, not to seek unbidden,
not to reach out.
I’ve learned to think of myself
as grown up.
You don’t have to put your hands on my back as I ride my tricycle
graduate college
enter and leave relationships
Really, I’m fine
just reading your laws
wrapping on boxes
relying on memories


But I am here
waiting for you, God,
now and forever

Trusting in God feels like a hug

based on Psalm 125

Trusting in God feels like a hug,
like trees filled with wind,
like blankets close and warm,
like silence underwater,
like a huddle of puppies,
like enveloping music
of trumpets and harps,
like an unshakable, excellent mood,
like the walls of a library and the arms of an armchair,
like my parents stroking my hair,
like wet grass on my back,
like a tallis, like onesie pyjamas,
like the forts my cousins and I made in the family room
out of chairs and cushions and sleeping bags,
Like the maze of Manhattan. Like a bath full of bubbles.
Like a pile of leaves,
a circle of dancers, a dimly-lit restaurant,
a garden with benches, a shower of sunlight,
a cocoon of hot sand.
I trust and God hugs me
like the hills hug Jerusalem
keeping Zion secure
from the darkest of forces
like an unrolled Torah
hugs a congregation
staring in wonder
at the spaces and letters
like the stars hug the Earth
in their spirals and wheelings
and the penguins their eggs
with webbed feet and underbellies
and great tenderness.
I will not blow away
like so many leaves in a puff
of anger and despair and loneliness
for I trust in my trust
that just as a mother
holds a baby in her arms
God will enfold God’s people
now and forever.