Rosh HaShana – Spoken Word

I remember when our eyes first met

That precious time I shall not forget

Angelic melodies eased my pain

Secure within Your hands again.


Together we explored the heavens

You taught me to embrace life’s lessons

Yet I chose to walk away

No more did I long to pray.


My youthful faith was dead and gone

Straying from where it once belonged

False distractions became my trust

Surrounding me with rancid lust.


Hope waned dim 

The world turned grim

Hatred thrived 

All love had died…


My garments were soiled and tattered

As I behaved like nothing mattered

Aimlessly lost as if in waiting

Gone was all anticipating.


Empty of youth’s former grace

Or sanctuary of Divine embrace

Slumber prevailed within the Light

Hypnotic lies of what wasn’t right.


Sorrow began to wash my face

Stained and fallen in disgrace

Then in the distance I heard a sound

Tilling acres of hard, dry ground…


The Spirit-Wind of shofar blowing

Pierced my heart of deaf unknowing

Arise and listen! The Groom is near!

Drawing closer, His voice was clear:

“Come to Me, Beloved Bride!

For no more are you to hide.

I have been awaiting your return

All the while, you had to learn

How flawless was My love for you

Remaining patient, wise and true.”


Then, cellesteral dancers appeared!

A wedding party sang and cheered!

Joyous melodies filled the air

As rhythmic chants echoed everywhere!


Mighty shouts of exaltation!

Thunderous roars of proclamation!

And in the distance, covered with gold

Was a Holy Hoopah to behold.


Transformed into garments of white

I was beckoned to this majestic sight

With a jeweled crown upon my head

To the path of Zion I was led.


And as the ground began to quake

My Groom was standing at the gate!

Inviting all to gather near

 A righteous holy new frontier!

About the Author
Born and raised in California, Miryam moved to Alaska just out of High School where she worked on a commercial salmon vessel. After several years, she relocated to Washington State where she raised a family and pursued a career in Juvenile Corrections. Upon retiring, she began writing about her travels and experiences. Over the years, Miryam's writing has expanded to include many venues and topics, from the more personal hardships of life to the more whimsical children's stories. Her journalistic stories have been published in newspapers, online sites, as well as printed books such as "Chicken Soup for the Soul" and "The Coffee House Chronicles". She has recently enjoyed more public interaction through her poetry of "spoken word" at local Jerusalem gatherings.
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