Returning to You doesn’t have to be
complicated
It can be a moment
A pause
Noticing the sunbeam of light falling
softly
across my bed in the morning
A miracle if I notice it
A tragedy if I do not
(The power of the miracle and the tragedy
lies within me
as much as it does
within you
or perhaps, in this way,
even more.
But that’s for another poem)
Returning to You
can be as simple as tuning out the
noise
and listening to my own heart-beat
my own breath
hearing the bird coo outside my window
feeling the wind on my skin
Returning to You
doesn’t have to be complicated
The shofar only blasts so often
but the Still Small Voice is within me always
if I can only remember
to be still myself
so that I can hear it
