Madaba

There is laughter in the land of Moab.

May Moses rest in peace.

Wadi Rum

Lips rouged by desert rain

Ferried North by Saudi train

Whisper melted cliffs of gold

To keep the ancient ocean.

Kabbalat Shabbat

Last evening, dressed in white, a room of seekers met for a gospel. We gathered for a Hallelujah, to light candles, to bless bread. I first met this bread as 5 kilos of flour, a dozen ashram eggs, white granulated sugar and salt. I sat with it as it writhed from the hook. Later to watch it rest, to rise. I watched with warm, sweet eyes as the oven door closed it inside. After the heavy desert sun had set, I knelt before the room and made grace upon the golden challah. I tore from the braid, rubbed it in salt and let the blessed bread fill my belly full.

Amen.

An Offering

Boker Or

I went away and with that I feel the pleasure of returning to you.

May our reunion be warm and light.