The Days of Awe Continue, or What Happens (BOOKS!)

The Days of Awe (Yamim Noraim)  are also called  the Days of Repentance, for serious introspection, a time to consider the sins of the previous year and repent before Yom Kippur.

One of the ongoing themes of the Days of Awe is the concept that there are books that our deity (maybe Aretha Franklin?)  writes our names and who will live and who will die, who will have a good life and who will have a bad life, for next year. This happens on Rosh Hashanah, but our actions during the Days of Awe can alter the decree. The actions that change the decree are teshuvah, tefilah and tzedakahrepentance, prayer, good deeds (usually, charity).  This concept of writing in books is the source of the common greeting during this time: May YOU be inscribed and sealed.  (Hard to know exactly what that means.  We can discuss)  So what we do this week might matter a lot.

 

After the dentist

my teeth their own long story of forgiveness

we met to wander,

take a break from what this world

can be  feel what else can happen too

watching people in a park

and then we decided to have a drink

anything but blue Peter said

in a bar called IGUANA

there are many Days of Awe

in Iguana, conversations of forgiveness

a frequent occurrence

happy hour is long and drinks

are six dollars.  Woman near us

came  to talk and even though

Peter had said No Strangers

he liked her as she began her long

and detailed story,  a story for a book,

incest,  first marriage, handsome older

man from Iran (he was at the end of the bar)

she’s his fourth wife  eight years

they’ve been together and there we were

discussing forgiveness in a bar,  repentance

too, and she even wondered if all that she

said could be in a book.  It would have

to be big, she said.

 

 

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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