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
Jewniquely Myself 
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This writing says it all.
Thank you, darling friend…I really appreciate your kind support. Blessings and love to you!
Oh I LOVE this Joan. The primak cry. That is IT is ‘t it. Beautiful
Thank you so much, my sweet Lorraine…it’s always so sweet to find you here, much love and blessings to you!
This is SOOO beautiful – feels like a new birth and such a blessed and divine one! 🙂
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!
Shalom! I just love the way it feels even when i say it – Shalom! Shalom! Shalom! Eternal peace and love, my beautiful Joan. 🙂
I had read about Yom Kippor once. The way you have penned the beauty of the new beginning is magical Joan 🙂
Thank you dear Pari, I feel so blessed that you find meaning in my words, blessings and love to you!
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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.
Thank you so much, Linda, I appreciate your comments!