The Circular Road

This is a poem about calendars, about noticing things as we travel on that road, which is road of life.

Counting the Omer is one way that we have to gaze out the window while we are on our voyage. The Omer allows us to be mindful of time, of connections and helps with the find art of noticing. By counting the Omer and connecting Pesach and Shavuot, Freedom and Law, we give honor to days and to nights which helps to bring us meaning as we take this collective voyage.

The Circular Road

The calendar is our highway.

We follow it.

We have no choice;

it’s the one and only route

It’s a circular road,

broad and wide

to allow its many travelers to ride.

We keep traveling in circles

Days flow into nights,

night melt into days.

Darkness and light,

darkness and light.

There are no exits on this road.

We embark onto journeys when we are born

and exit only at our end of our road.

We are powerless to make changes.

Can we switch January and July?

Can we reverse spring and fall?

The sun and the moon are the guideposts.

They light the way.

Yellows and whites and grays.

Along the route there are markers

Holidays,

Achievements,

Failures and successes,

Happiness and sadness,

blues and reds and yellows

They mark our way

And the circular route

comes alive!

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On this highway that keeps going

we find ways

to mark events,

to give honor to days,

to deepen our journey

so as we travel this road

of our sweet lives.

We discover views that we can focus on

as we gaze out the window

and become apart of the view.

Yes, we can change our journey.

There is power in our hands,

in our words,

in our thoughts

and in our intentions.

May your voyage be imbued with understanding,

with days and nights that count.

Give meaning to days and nights

It is you that hold the powers

of observation and appreciation

moments of pause,

while you travel on this circular road.

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