Thanks to Lindsey Rothschild for inspiring all of us on our southern Tiyyul to write a little something about what we are thankful for this Thanksgiving. Here is a poem I wrote for the occassion:
Wind on the mountain
Air in my breath
Rush of the sea
Blood in my veins
Trees standing in the forest
The strength of my bones
The silence of the desert
The peace in my heart
The elegance of the entire world
The light of the Lord's consciousness
A small spark in me
Allowing me to see it all.
