Short Tabernacles Poems

10/13/12
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Man will always fall short
As long as they use their own wisdom
Be thankful for our access to God’s wisdom
Read it—and stay by it
But most of all, LIVE it  

*inspired by Jerry Degier*...

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Wont you set me ablaze?

Hurl me up high;
Let me burst into flames;
Let me break out into sparks, into rays;
Burning away all my grief and my shame;
The shackles the leash like the keys of a cage;

Until

I am

Light.



I am: 

A phoenix trapped in hollow suns
The frankincense of tabernacles....

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August

Along the backroads black-eyed susans snooze
Unfazed and unaffected by August’s humid hand
Growing tall with Queen Anne’s Lace beside roadside stands,
Utopias of sweet white corn, farm fresh beans and blackberries,
Shaded by shadows of leafy walnut trees, a dusty road romance,
Tabernacles of tranquility in summer’s fertile siestas....

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Dates, figs... apricots...
  
    Pomegranates too... a lot...

      ~ Tabernacle time




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  Sukkoth, Israel's Harvest Fest-
  ival, begins Sunday night, 
  October 16 and runs for 7 
  nights and 7 days. Orthodox 
  Jews, from financier to farmer,
  live in tabernacles (booths)
  during this joyous festival....

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Israel's Festival of Tabernacles is here
   Designed to bring cheer
      It's the happiest time of the year

Crops are harvested from far and near
   Extensive preparations made, quite dear
      On balconies, in courtyards, flimsy huts appear

Jews share their largesse with all who draw near
   Eat and sleep outside, except in weather severe
      Rejoice together, proclaiming this message clear

    ~ With thanks for our bounty, the Lord we revere...

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The leaves are turning
    A chill's in the air
  Time to head outside
    and live out there

  In a booth heaven-designed
    room for a table and chairs
  Invite family and friends
    to sample exquisite fare
  
  Not to forget the widow and orphan
    the downtrodden poor
  whose faces light up ~
    as you serve soup du jour



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  The Festival of Tabernacles - Sukkot - 
  begins at sundown this Friday evening....

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I know i'm not a saint
 but i might be your martyr 
even if just for a moment.
 
stranger my eyes to you.

 the ambience of two hollow 
tabernacles passing in 
silence under heavy raindrops.
 
 our reflections caught in 
the window of a coffee shop
 next to the old church
 on 11th and clay.

 you lifted your head to
 exchange the glance
 that said i don't know you either. 

a few more steps past the window
 and then there was only
 silence and cracked pavement....

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