 Ruach Ha Olam, Davening Avodah, Accept my prayers For work, worship, peace service. It is work Each time we gather To find meaning in liturgy and The old official words Of patriarchy and violence, Slavery and war— So I rewrite in my head To tell the stories I hear underneath, Stories of theological doubt And social obligation. It is worship But I hate that word. I don’t worship man-god kings, It’s absurd. I don’t worship anything since The Beatles broke up (I’m that old). Is this a cult? I enjoy doubt Yet I am in awe of the unknowable Whole. I want to absorb and be absorbed. It is service To others That perhaps is the answer to the fear And the struggles Of survival and freedom Of peoplehood and gender. I offer talk, comfort, questions To those who offer their bodies And their time.
It will have to do, for now. Ruach HaOlam, accept my prayers for My work, my worship, my service With meaning and doubt and struggle And love. Amen. |
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