There You Are
April 27, 2012
What in me resists
meeting You wherever I go?
The petals fallen
from the forsythia
the wind, the trees
flying wet chartreuse flags --
atop my filing cabinet
the receipts for jury service
and childbirth classes
which I finally throw away --
calendar chock-a-block with
Skype dates and board meetings:
all of these are You
clothed in the world.
From dreams of my teachers
to status updates
every message I receive
comes from You.
I don't have to meditate
in order to pray
in order to be ready
to feel Your presence.
Earlier this week I met with my mashpi'ah (spiritual director). This poem arose out of our conversation.
I welcome any thoughts, reflections, questions, or poems which arise in response! Shabbat shalom.