A poem about the experience of atonement on Yom Kippur:
You cannot be the person
you might wish,
Opening the door to who
you are.
Morning comes alike to
fowl and fish,
Kindled by a mystery from
afar.
In you there is a music
all your own
Pouring through the
sluices of your heart,
Passionate with love as
you atone
Unmoored from self by
ritual and art,
Restored to some bright
whole not yours alone.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Dream
of the Ancestor. By Asher Fulero. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration
Credit: AI.
To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/yourca3.html. For more poems for the Jewish High Holy Days, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/yomkippurpoems.html .
