A crisp beginning for being & interbeing, the reborn & reinvented, & the atuned & atoning
Rosh Hashanah & Yom Kippur Sonnets
You wake and create your world every week like God, adding up, began with Adam, but you began differently. You handmade it sweet as honey and apples, as homey a delightful mix: you make it with giving, with your good light wide horizons between land and seas, tree canopies permitted fruit, stars, sun, and moon. Lite brite like your fish, birds, four-legged beings, and bees swarm as the world warms National Geographic arksfull of change. Fragile as an origin is the future passed-down. Shout-far, teaching us to raise a racket, to be empathetic. Magic. Like Mother, adding up, Nature isn’t so different. Our origins a traditional reminder of the sweet+crunch together because of our providers. I know I've wronged and harmed and hurt you. Transgressed and messed up and broken and violated/trampled and burned trust, which I'm learning from. I pray upward for you to forgive me like the sun will come up. Onward, upward, and up-word! Like God, who is quite the prolific writer. While The Book (O) Life isn't a best seller, the prequel responds to the critics, gaining notoriety. More insightfully recommending redemption through really giving, Charity— giving to the cycle of survival rightfully guiding our lives by distributing. A gentle ribbing through ribbed synagogue ceilings like ribcages, exhale heart-breath in winds of changing ages. I pray for the day like the planet honors a high holy day: a beautiful-renewable showering of praise like sunlight otters through streaming skies on a rumbling horizon. A prayer to the planet, answered: "forgive me, but if we don’t stop that, I’m going to erupt. Further, farther and more, furthermore." Are we moon or are we dancer reflecting like sequins? We're asked. We ask for forgiveness. Giving apocalypse, not fasting on fossil fuels, not abstractly but do you forgive me? Gaze and abyss me with your natural glow. Alight to atone rising like the sun. Sighing, Hallelujah!
— Adam Powers