Elul Poem 5777 / New Year's Card 5778
August 25, 2017
God says: face facts. The old year
is ending. You’ve outgrown it.
The flowerpot that used to be home
isn’t big enough anymore. Once
it was spacious. Now your roots
push uncomfortably against the walls.
It's time to stop contorting yourself
to fit inside a story that's too small
for who you can become. God whacks
the bottom of your pot, sends you flying.
Once you're pried from the old year
your roots will ache, shocked
by open air. You'll wonder whether
you could have stopped growing.
But one morning you'll wake, realize
you've stretched in ways you never knew
you hadn't done before. The sun
will feel like a benediction, like
grace. You can't help turning
and re-turning toward the light,
toward becoming. And wait 'til you see
what dazzling flowers you'll discover
springing from your fingertips:
your life renewed, beginning again.
שנה טובה תכתבו ותחתמו
May you be written & sealed for a good year to come!
For those who are so inclined: here are my annual Elul / High Holiday card poems from 2003 until now.