by Judith Felsen, Ph.D
There is a sadness only we can fix,
a problem only we can solve
in sitting with our own mistakes
which have yielded tragic crops.
The foods we made we cannot eat.
Our spoiled waters now do poison us.
Our air is filthy and its haze blocks out the sun.
Asphyxiation is upon us as if we are water-boarded
by our hands alone.
Do we not see the light which comes between
the crumbled stones of our own infestation?
Today we sit upon the grounds which we have bled
and feel the aching cries of seeds of grief, of greed.
In tears the light is here upon us as we sit brokenly in
open land.
May our lamentations bring us till in hand
as we atone for deeds we now undo.
The earth which cries to us requests its care
and orders conscious conservation as its reparation.
Our fields and minds once opened to receiving light
can then prepare to greet our King.
Mistakes become recycling and our waste becomes
our compost
as this Elul follows grief to our correction.
We too can see the fox, remember, learn, and look ahead to
greener days
and know our time has come.
Copyright 2015 Judith Felsen, Ph.D.
Judith Felsen holds a Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology, certificates
in hypnotherapy, NLP, Eriksonian Hypnosis, and Sacred Plant Medicine. She is a
dancer of sacred circle dance, an AMC kitchen crew, trail information volunteer,
trail adopter, and daily student of Torah and Judaism. She is enrolled in
Rabbinical Seminary International. She has studied Buddhism, A Course in
Miracles, and other mystical traditions. She is a hiker, walker, runner, and
lives in the White Mountains with her husband
and two large dogs. Her life centers around her Jewish studies and daily
application.
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