A few sweet morning poems
I believe one good poem
can rescue a book of poetry
in this world where luminous poems are few
and most are great efforts.
We listen with two ears.
One low to the ground,
hearing rumbles of buried hearts;
the other is quite deaf,
trained to ignore minor indiscretions.
Our world deals us,
without concern or lecture, poetry
in season or out of season,
ripe or decaying or developing.
We fly across fields.
While over the next hill,
bright mists cover
today's surprise, reason to smile.
A solitary poem
making its way through brambles of the vale,
sweet journey of the fastidious bee.
Rest, weary traveler
Rest, weary traveler
Lay your burdens, down
You were once a small child
Innocence without plans
Heart beats unburdened
World troubles unchecked
Rest, weary traveler
Let your soul settle
Take your needed rest
Bathe in the peace of silence
Emotions have their limits
Quit striving to know
Sweet lullaby rest
You run and ran and then
Relax, relaxation
Harbor of temporary stay
Rest, weary traveler
Tomorrow, you will sail away
Teshuvah (Return)
Remember also your Creator in the
days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which
you will say, "I have no pleasure in them."
— Ecclesiastes 12:1 (ESV)
In clarity, remember the Creator's grace,
the stars and moon, before they fade.
Before the strong men bend and break,
and shadows claim the paths we made.
The golden bowl, it gleams then fades,
a fragile thing, like all we hold.
I grasp its weight with trembling hands,
confessing now, I long for God.
After the gold bowl crumbles again,
I seek a quiet place, an embrace.
With repentance, I find my way,
and in this truth, sweet home.
Teshuvah, literally meaning “return," is a central theme of the High Holidays in Judaism, focusing on repentance and returning to God, moral purity, or community, through introspection, confession, and genuine transformation. Teshuvah is both a personal process and a cosmic force, restoring balance.
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