Even in the wilderness–
Amid list-making and budgeting,
Despite overstuffed closets and the sorting of socks,
Even in the midst of our cluttered thoughts– there is holiness.
The sacredness of relationship,
The holy work of healing,
The divine text each human being brings into the world.
Holiness draws us wordlessly,
Nearer to her, to one another.
So that we become the trees of an orchard, swaying to her rhythms.
We nurture and comfort, gather and build,
Your fruit, my hunger;
my leaves, your shade
So that sleeping and waking and growing
Together, We become one.
So that breath becomes song,
And song tfilah
So that little by little
Particles and waves radiate sanctity.
Then will our briefcases and calendars become aware
Knowing that practicality sustains our existence
That holiness ensures our life.
8 thoughts on “Bemidbar”
Incredible! I love the word “holiness” — fills me with a sublime smile of deep peace. i searched for the meaning of tfilah – thank you google and i feel lifted to heaven even while my feet rest here on Mother Earth.Thank YOU, dear Joan. You are magic – and i go to sleep now thinking of holiness – how it ensures our life. 🙂
And once again we commune heart to heart…across our cultures and faith traditions…blessings and love to you, sweet Krishnapriya!
Thank you! I feel blessed, triply blessed – for each of us and then both of us together. 🙂 Shalom! 🙂
Very nice. Good thoughts.
So sweet of you to comment…love you!
Reblogged this on Campbells World.
Thank you, Patty!
Thank you, dear Pari…I just love finding you here, blessings to you!