Tishrei
New Orleans Funeral March Poem:
The gathering of community under a white tent, a haven, a sacred place
The voices of children shouting, and crying fills the room with a thousand trumpets
The gentle touch of a friendly face, the love that fills our bellies and smiles that hurt our face
It is time. It is Elul.
Burying the past, looking toward the future
The angelic voices singing more light into
Parading across the bima, we hear the call of the shofar
torah scrolls
(to be continued)...