Tuesday, April 23, 2013
A quiet morning moment of reflection at the Western Wall. (Photo by Rahel Jaskow.)
I wake. Across my Face I drag a Blade
And rinse myself. The Soap flows down the Drain.
I dress, and kiss She Who Must Be Obeyed,
And then I’m off to face the daily Pain.
But first I stop to say the ancient Prayers,
Enwrapped in Tallit and Phylacteries,
And there I praise the One who heals all Cares,
He Who created Ocean, Birds, and Trees.
’Tis strange. Though my Belief in Him’s not strong
This daily Practice comforts, gives me Peace.
“May we do what is right, and not what’s wrong,
And may the Day when Hate and Bloodshed cease,
Come soon.” It’s for these Things that I must pray;
Know you a better Way to start the Day?