How sweet
To see a thing plainly
To glimpse its nature
And its possibilities
You say
There’s something white on the lawn
Some tiny scrap of paper
And bending to pick it up
You see
Wings open to the air
The white creature flutters near
Then away to the garden
Two days later
Clothed in white
From kippah and prayer shawl
Down to my shoeless feet
I stand in the sanctuaryI
Bend the knee and bow
Lower my body and my being
Before the One
All the way down
Touch my heart to the floor
Feel the earth
its rhythm
Press my thoughts and forehead into timelessness
And rising
Feel my wings opening
To the light
To the sweetness of seeing myself
Plainly
To the possibility
Of drawing near
Jewniquely Myself 
Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem with its progression of creativity and magnitude of metaphor and thought-provoking courses! Oh, the places your poetic lines take us!
Best wishes–Alice and Willow
I am so touched by your words, thank you alice, love finding you here…and Willow too. Blessings and love *yellow butterflies at dawn**willows in mist*
Beautiful poem 💕
Thank you, sweet friend, blessings to you. *smiling heart**willows in mist*
My pleasure my sweet friend 🌹
Nice! Deep analogy.
Such a sweet surprise to find you here, darling Joanne, love and blessings to you *willows in mist**yellow butterflies and wild flowers*