Sunday, April 3, 2011

ברוך (Barukh)

I am constantly aware of your blessings—
Lapping against my arms gently
Like sea water inseparable of the shore.

I cannot be without you:
Deprived of you, I am dry and barren—
I crust up, hardened against you.

How much better am I
When I let you run through me—
A sieve of righteousness
Filled with grace.

How purposeless am I
Bereft of your waves of love
And your monsoons of changing discipline.

Like a sinking coastline
Let me bring into you all that surrounds me
That the sand might kiss and embrace the water.

Let my soul slowly erode
Into all that you are
Until none of me is  left.