by Kimberly Herzog Cohen (inspired by a poem written by my teacher, Rabbi David Stern)
It’s Blursday
And cups of coffee pile in the sink.
Shoulders crunched, my Omer counter chimes,
A beckoning call to
Close windows
Extract ear pods
Declare recess for Zoom school on the second floor.
The door opens,
All before and within me.
With the joy of dirt under my fingernails,
we find Hesed in the garden soil.
Over stubborn roots that laugh at the concrete,
Gevurah welcomes us to trip triumphantly.
Sap coursing under hidden bark,
Tiferet is a reminder–
the stickiness
isn’t begging to be scrubbed away.
We marvel at Netzach-determined chipmunks leaping free,
Unaware of nose swabs and immunity.
Moments of Hod-like surrender laying on the grass
With my once-babies looking up at the leaves,
Our breathing gentle.
Yesod.
The rings of time
Keep expanding
With gratitude.
Reflections by Rabbi Kim 