Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Rosh Chodesh

On the cusp of the moon,
a cupped hand gathers
precious drops of dew,
cascading from a waterfall of new blessings
to the sound of a secret tune.

In a time between day and night,
between ebb and flow,
a new month announces itself
and quickly takes flight.
In the beginning is enwedged the end,
where  first thoughts
are nurtured and grow.

The wise see the birth
and look in the mirror
of their deepest hopes and fears.
King David arises at midnight
and plays on his harp
the song of the soul;
a full moon of joy
and the waning tide of tears.

A new month,
another kindled flame;
one more gate
leading to the palace of the King.

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