There’s no diva in the choral dusk-
Croaking frogs and evening birdsong
Dogs howling across the bay
Equally join in conversation and praise.
Patiently, Her paint-brushed sky
Wraps tree crowns
Like silken prayer shawls
On majestic bodies of sap and bark.
Together we roll with time and currents of light
Into darkness, darkness into light.
Walking slowly, the gates open,
As I make my way home to Your heart.
Reflections by Rabbi Kim 