Showing posts with label sukkah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sukkah. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2020

Invitation to the Builders of the Sukkah








You are invited, please do come in,

Honored Guests, builders of this sukkah:

You are invited,

Builders of our past sukkot

In the backyard, the park, the roof:

Every year

You put up the walls

You hung the decorations. 

Where are you this week?

 

You are invited,

Builders of our Torah and Midrash 

In the shul, in the ark,

In the books and the scrolls:

For thousands of years

You told the stories,

True even if not true.

We need good stories.

 

Builders of Halakha and Talmud

In the home, on the street, in the Beit Midrash:

All those many do’s and don’ts and questions.

This year we have too many challenges.

This year we are all questions.

All of us, trying to make sense 

Of the unexplained and incongruous and cruel.

Can you make meaning of this year?

 

You are invited,

Builders of Jewish culture,

All the creatives

Forced to sit on your hands.

Please, find a way to reach us.

We wish it was always safe to sing.


Builders of ideas and rational thought,

Science and philosophy, change and experimentation

In universities and conferences and back rooms across the world,

Ask the questions, do the math, challenge us. 

Don’t be nice, make us listen.

 

You are invited,

Builders of social change,

Of unions and parties and social movements,

Of agitation and resistance,

In the streets and online,

Join us in the voting booth,

A most important sukkah.


You are invited,

Builders of rituals and services,

Clergy and prayer leaders,

Inventing Judaism in an unprecedented era. 

Help us save ourselves,

And save yourselves, too, please.

Have a sip or two of wine, say a blessing. 

Rest for a second.  You okay?

 

And you are invited,

Builders of necessary services,

Food and sanitation and transportation,

Caregivers and teachers and medical workers,

On zoom and online and on our doorstep.

You are all essential workers

Essential to our souls and our bodies

And we pray for your health and well-being.

We pray you are paid a living fair wage,

We cannot survive without you.

How can we serve you?

 

You are each invited,

You are the builders of all our sukkahs,

Past and present. 

Please do come in, Honored Guests.

Sit. Eat.  

Have you shaken the lulav yet today?

Stay safe,

Amen

Sukkot: SITTING IN EMPTINESS



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.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Stars In The Sky: A Kavannah for Sukkot


We can see the stars in the sky
Through the slats covering the roof of the sukkah.
And as metaphors go, that's apt.
But it's Sukkot and
Today we;re celebrating the mysterious vertical God:
The God of Heaven,
The God of the Harvest.
God, all the way from Down here to the mysterious far Up There,
Where the rain comes from.
And it would be presumptuous of us to claim clarity.

This all feels so very ancient, doesn't it?
Maybe thousands of years ago they took a break from the harvest
And shared a nice meal in a temporary shack built for sleeping
So they wouldn't waste time walking home.
Hey, they lived in a desert and they knew it wouldn't rain
So they built it so they could see the stars before falling asleep.
Maybe they thanked their gods for their good harvest.
And when Big Daddy Torah God came on the scene
They folded it all into the calendar.
It would have been foolish of them to give up such a good thing.

On our temporary sukkah walls there are pictures of the ancestors
Invited in to share a meal and a chat.
Some of us invite in the patriarchs, some the matriarchs,
Some invite in the scholars, others hope for the artists
And of course there’s family and friends, and wine.
So let's shake some of that pagan foliage
East West North South, Up and Down.
And have a sniff of a most expensive piece of fruit
And look up at those same stars.
It would arrogant of us to forego the joy or the ritual.









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