The Moon of Av (July-August) 

Your soul, like the fruit, is growing on the tree of life.
And in this moon calls on the name of God, 

HaRoeh
One Who guides through the wild places.

 

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HaRoeh,
You Who watch over me,
be with me as I walk this Moon of Av. 

Av sits like a queen on her throne,
surveying with deep satisfaction
the lushness of her reign.

Fields hung with ripening grapes,
tree boughs weighed with pregnant fruit,
skins splitting wide open, juice overflowing,
birds and animals in rapture.

frank-avSummer heat enfolds the earth,
blanketing me, the fields, and the walkways.

Enveloping me.
Rocking me quickly to sleep in the mid-day heat.

The fragrance of the sand lily,
my last memory.

 

 

Av slows me down. 

I go to the wayside
and rest.

At the very same time, 
in the early days of this moon,
Av holds deep sorrows.

Sadness wafts up from unknown places within,
of times and lands from long ago, their reflections lying
in the core of my body,
in the center of my spirit,
in the way I hold my head.

frank2-avShe bids me grieve.

Wise one that she is, Av knows,
descent into the wells of mourning
stirs inside the hidden remnants
of the past.

She teaches me to honor
that which breaks the heart.


That this I must do.
That I might more clearly in the next moon,
hear the call
of the Ram's horn.. 

And as I sit upon the earth, in darkened rooms, heart heavy,
through the windows comes
the bleating of new born lambs,
the perfume of plums and peaches,
reminding me,
that life dances all around me,
flows sparkling within me.

And Av beckons.
Let the tears rise.

For they water the garden,
prepare the ground,
to receive seed.

Then she calls me, 
to rise and to celebrate
the life I do bear,
as does she, now.

frank3-avHaRoeh, You Who follow me
wherever I wander.

Aid me be in the sweetness of summer.
Saunter with me through these heated days.

As I walk through my inner gardens,
of those who came before me,
and of that which yet
might come into being.

HaRoeh, my Guardian,
come, travel closely.

Steer me
through this passage.

From life
to death and then,
to heightened life.

My faithful Shepherd,
HaRoeh.

 

Photography Credits

First photograph: Leonid Rozenfeld
Second, third, and last photographs: Frank Dobrushken