As an introvert
I write best
Surrounded by no one but my own thoughts.
As an introvert,
I feel G-d,
When it’s all one on one.
On Rosh Hashonah-
My whispered prayers became life lines
The slow tunes propelled me towards G-d.
On Yom Kippur-
My empty stomach spoke for me,
I felt the words in my siddur, deep down in my soul.
The house is filled with loved ones,
There is chaos, there is busy, and food that needs to be made.
Activities to be planned.
Kitchens to be cleaned.
And I wonder:
Where is G-d?
The prayers are shorter
The time for looking inwards has past.
I feel G-d most
When there are tears in my eyes
And an ache in my soul.
But, I dream of better days,
More joy filling our streets,
A celebration in who we are.
I struggle to find G-d in the bustle.
My soul must learn how to share.
My heart must learn to recognize G-d as a loved one.
And this Simchas Torah,
I am determined to find G-d,
Just as I did on Rosh Hashonah.
Just as I did on Yom Kippur.
I am determined to find Him
Between the dancing steps
The soaring notes
The deepest joy.
I will even be able to write about it,
Before everyone’s gone.
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