Psalm 92

Sing a lyric for Sabbath, 
Lift a song for Shabbat 

Bless hashem  
sing his name elyon
Lift lyre and lute
Lift guitar and flute 

I see in morning your mothering,
In evening your dedication 

How grand are your deeds Hashem, how deep your thoughts 

A fool wouldn’t know

A dunce cannot see:
When the tyrants seem to win, 
They only dig their own grave

But you glide over the world Adonai 
When the tyrants rise,
Wait only for their downfall 

the Just flower like dates,
grow like cedars in Beirut 
rooted in the house of Adonai,
blossom in the court of Eloheinu

My Rock is perfect 
Hashem my upright capstone,
My cornerstone with no crack

psalm 93

hashem king
dressed in strength
belted in power
he fastened the world 
so it will not flounder
your throne is 
built from strength,
from forever you.

god's rivers jumped
rivers voice erupt
rivers erupt like oceans
higher than the rush
of eddying oceans,
higher than the shatter of the sea
is gd, heaven on high

your law is trust
your house holy
hashem for all days

poem

My hair has grown like weeds overtaking a garden Expanding outward like moss Strands of hair constantly falling out, like leaves  Stubble like pollen Summer hair Summer overgrowth

poem - work

Work, work, work

The metal clangs, the sawblade cuts

Sawdust flies, iron rings

The work goes on, through the pandemic

We are brooms of the sorcerer’s apprentice, 

Working though our purpose is gone

The outside world has receded from view

We are all marching blindfolded into the future

March, march, march