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Celebrating Yom Kippur 5770
At the stroke of sunset, Sunday evening, I arrived home from my North Woods autumn retreat, Just in time to mark the start of Yom Kippur, Remind myself who I am — or was, anyway — Before making my meditative trek to Wisconsin's wilderness.
From my cozy cabin, nestled close by Lake Nebagamon, To my hard pew, in temple, yesterday afternoon (Where I atoned for my self-indulgences, immoderations, Spells of disdain, dispassion toward my fellow beings) Was a distance I found difficult to bridge,
Especially after having just spent nine days Worshiping the beauty of red-blazing maples, Ripples igniting with millions of faceted suns, The crystalline night sky's constellations Changing places with poems yet uncreated in my imagination.
But as the Days of Awe's gates closed like descending twilight, I began to see less and less discrepancy Between God's infinite grandeur, as manifest in nature, And man's finite, fallible significance in His divine plan — One vast majesty of life everlasting.
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