On Sukkot, we sit in the sukkah:
In an empty room
Porous walls
Holes in the ceiling
No door
And we feel the same:
No hope
Unprotected
Everything bad gets in
And literally, no exit.
And we feel the same:
Everything possible can get in
Vulnerable to love
Safe in the community’s hut
Open to Holy Wholeness
We sit in this emptiness that is not empty
And in a week it will be gone.
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