Poems for the
High Holy Days
How might I, in
faith, do as You ask?
Innocent, I hung upon Your Word,
Great with the intention to be good.
However, here we go a different
How might I
remove the righteous mask,
Opening my heart to the absurd,
Letting go what shibboleths I would,
Yet holding on to what I have to
then, naked to this task,
And turn away, Whom I so long have
Yearning to repent, as well I should,
So let me see myself in my own