I found this poem, written what feels like a lifetime ago, when I lived in another place, with another man, with other sins. Reading it makes me feel like I've come a long way in the years since.
May you have an easy feast this year.
Yom Kippur, 2001
They might as well have hurled the stones at each other:
the intent was to wound.
A ceremony of forgiveness,
the secular Jew seeking the trappings of faith
to ease her troubled mind:
throw the rocks into the sea
and, with them, the things you need to let go.
She threw first,
a safe one, troubles at work,
nothing to do with him.
He started at a distance, too,
though not so far,
It didn't take long and she was crying,
he was red with hard set jaws.
Anger and hurt,
his harsh words and her thin skin.
As suspicious of each other
as of strangers.
In the end,
she was alone. She wrote her fears into the sand,
and watched the sea wash them away,
wishing it were that easy.
I like the line about the secular Jew seeking the trappings of the faith. There was a time in my own life where I was doing the exact same thing. It wasn't the best time of my life.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Jason. I'm glad we're both doing better now.Delete
Perhaps I should try throwing this summer into the sea.ReplyDelete
I've had seasons like that, too.Delete