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

  1. 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. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. And once again we commune heart to heart…across our cultures and faith traditions…blessings and love to you, sweet Krishnapriya!

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