After Yom Kippor

the world is new

when you come back from the dead

apples are honey on your tongue

and breadcrumbs in your pocket

–unlike those you tossed into the Willamette on Tashlich

cast away with the year’s sins

to feed ducks swimming

just beyond the narrow bridge–

are loaves for your table

the world is holy again

still

in dawning light

whispering

with Hummingbirds

only faintly echoing

the shofar’s blast

the primal cry

announcing

the world is new

11 thoughts on “After Yom Kippor

    1. Thank you my sweet Krishnapriya, I’m so happy you find meaning in my words about Jewish practices…but then we are companions, aren’t we, sweet friends joined in seeking the One, in spreading Love and Blessing…Shalom to you, and much love!

  1. Reblogged this on SCAN and commented:
    Re-blogged this on SCAN today.
    Awesome –
    “the Hummingbirds

    only faintly echoing

    the shofar’s blast

    the primal cry”

    The shofar;s blast takes me to another place in time…so otherworldly. Powerful poem, Joan.

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