(Wendy Cabell, published in Writers at Play Presents: The Art of Letter Writing, edited by Daisy Barrett-Nash, Equal Arts, 2023. From February 10, 2020, Tu B'Shevet (the New Year for Trees), feast day of the Fire-appearing (Areovindus) Icon of the Mother of God (above), and feast day of Saint Scholastica.)
Sap-Rise
My way of handling city dweller's angst is to get in touch with a tree. Trees keep us grounded in the true reality so that we don't get shaken by the confusion that surrounds us. -- Chaya Shuchat, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn: a Tu B'Shevat Meditation
Sap rise
as roots keep
this sun's eye
of warmth deep.
Sap rise
as roots seep,
this breeze to sweep
this sky to weep.
Sap rise
as roots are meet.
To share this pulse,
to ask, to keep, it's
asking much.
It's wakened sleep,
to Sun's eye
of warmth deep.
*Poem inspired by Tu B'Shevet classes, such as Rabbi Yom Tov Glaser's Time and Space According to G-d, via Hidabroot, Petach Tikvah, Israel; and classes and articles at Chabad.org, Brooklyn, New York.
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