To The Rose Window

You call us in, beckon us forth.

You embody the Feminine Divine,

Circles within circles.

Least we forget your descending dove.

We enter with open hearts.

Once in, we sit with our backs to you,

Your emblems embedded in our skin.

We face you with our third eye.

Love is light, whispered prayer.

(in celebration)

Sabbath #19

My tolerance for distance decreases daily.  Changed by roads we travel, bridges we cross.  Last night I chopped the rare dates, a gift from Diane, folded them into the batter. My husband, near by, reading the lesson for tomorrow.  How do we reconcile the distances between  loved ones? I wrapped the cake, still warm, in waxed paper as directed from the old recipe. Waking before sunrise, we smell cloves, apples.

Sabbath # 18

The rolling hills of Ohio and sweet sound of women singing  their best lyrics under an open sky. Only after a lesson on forgiveness at King Street where we sang Let There Be Peace on Earth. I placed my hand in the middle of her back, held it there… her father’s sudden death so recent.  And here we are side by side. A collective of sorts. Taking in the company,  the compassion. She says, You have known me all my life, and I have known you most of yours. It is true. We are true to each other. We say what is necessary. What is not.

Sabbath #17

I caught a glimpse of the rising sun, stunned by the seemingly perfect circle. This house faces south and it seems strange not to wake with that blinding light in my face. I’m thinking again about building a labyrinth in the back yard. The path to home is the path to love. Circling toward center. We’re in a constant state of transformation. Last night I lit candles in the center of the table and waited for dusk. Still settling in. In this house light takes  a while to reappear. As it does, I go about turning off  lamps I no longer need. My husband left early, I am alone. The dictionary still open on the bed: beatific: making blessed, imparting supreme happiness, blissful, serenely happy. And at this very moment sunlight, finally enters my side window, its heat warming the wood floor.