Elul
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Dawn comes softly
Slowly for a day
In Elul
Graceful
Wearing certain Elegance
Though not practiced
Just raw natural
I Am here
Spoken crisp and clear
But said with a yawn
The brightness dressing languidly
Slippers still in the lingering clouds
Last night etched on the wall
Blankets laying sprawled
A Chrysalis
And on The Lips
My Fingertips
Scented with Innocence
As coffee and words spill
Which Spirit caresses into Flow
The Poetry of The Soul
Recalling to Us
The Remnant of Today
The Soils of continuity
Renewed every New Year
With singing and dancing
To the praying shofar
Michael
Thank You for The Inspiration, Shira Shavit
🙏💜
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