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Mar Cheshvan

Updated: Oct 31, 2022


by Tiferet Welch




I said another “goodbye”


To you, mom,


During that shift


Of time and space,


Heart and ties,


When gathered with


All of Israel.



Your death


Was not my fault.



Lo, I cannot stand


In any other way,


Than that of being


With my chosen people.



Whatever is old,


I grant permission,


To wither away.



Whatever is being born


In the darkened seed


Of Mer Cheshvan


Is welcomed.



The month of Joseph whispering,


His son, Manasseh’s, name


“God has made me


Forget completely


My hardship and


My parental home”.



The place of brokenness;


The starting point of repair.



By means of rain,


And scent of heart,


Star Anise and cinnamon,


Cardamom and cloves,


Even as the grasses


(Re)turn to green.




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For more of Tiferet Welch's poetry, please visit her poetry channel or her Ritualwell profile.

 
 
 

1 Comment


Guest
Nov 13, 2022

Wow Tiferet, your words have grace, power and resonance. And the framing in terms of the calendar cycle....May you find strength and comfort as you move through. (Chana-Toni)

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