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Yom Kippur at the Lake
This solemn Friday evening, Yom Kippur, I find myself secluded, just southeast of Duluth, In the tiny, thriving-despite-all-odds village of Lake Nebagamon...
This most inspiring High Holy Day of Awe night, Questioning why I'm here rather than in St. Louis, Where I might be attending services in the synagogue,
Why I'm "breaking the fast" at Lawn Beach Inn, Not home, having atoned for my selfishness, doubt, hubris, Asking God to write me into His book of life, for another year.
Tonight, in blue jeans and flannel shirt, not suit and tie, I'm a goose, a pine tree, a woodpecker, a chipmunk, moss, For whom nature is the infinite source of redemption and wonder.
09/17/10 - (5)
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