202 - Shabbat Shuvah

The rustling quiets in the sanctuary and there is a moment of anticipation before the voices rise together. Do we pause to read the spaces in the makzor as well as the words, to sigh as well as to sing? All our longing in this season leans to our hopes for wholeness, for closeness to people and to God. May we all be sealed for another year of strength.

Two Hundred Two

Shabbat Shuvah

Remove me to the quiet place,
My soul silence, where I stand gently,
Tentatively taking stock
And seeking peace.

There, turning, I will find You,
Reflected in my prayer,
Embodied in my longing
To lean toward goodness.

I move closer to You
By moving closer to my true self,
The me, that glowing in Your light,
Fills with sparks of holiness.