04/24/2024
SEDER MOON
The leaving moon.
Starting over.
With less, or more?
After the Red Sea has swayed aside,
What is swept in its closing wake?
This year we weep. We pray and grieve.
Before milk and honey,
sands stretch out for 40 years.
That’s how we come by the inner waters, that other well.
After crossing, Miriam took a timbrel
in her hand, and the women went out
dancing—she taught the people:
half song of low winds moaning,
quarter song of stars chiming
full bass of the mountain’s bellow
hollow howl in the open canyon,
music of the home, meant for all.
Desert Moon, color of cut melon,
honey dew, shedding
a refraction of sweet,
coming, this season, we ask.
into glistening whole.
Moon taught her people:
to become New: Disappear,
to be a People: Be the Light.
~JJudyth Hill
