The Moon of Elul (August-September)


Your soul, seasoned by summer's heat, burnished from the flames, grows ever more golden...
You can feel the shift in light now, the change in the air...
while t
he chant of the Song of Songs runs through your being..
"I am my Beloveds, and my Beloved is mine..."
And a longing rises... to review your life....that you 
might truly step into your harvest time...

                                                                   So you call, HaTzur, your Rock,
                                                              One Who's solidly with you... For you.... 


aid me as I enter into the tasks of Elul...

   as each dawn comes the voice of the shofar...
      each midnight, the music of prayer...

  while scent of wild roses floats through the air...
    and the sounds of the departing wings of turtle doves...


This month, time of readying...shaping understanding...
   picking ripe figs.

Newborn autumn fog and freshly woven dew rises...
   Scent of carob and tamarisk blooms whisk into the evening breeze...

The last remnants of summer heat swell, and hot desert winds scatter shards
   of thistles, grasses, and vegetable seeds wildly into the air...

So Elul instructs,
  the pieces that have dried within bear seeds of future possibilities...
     When feeling parched... rains of restoration follow...

Elul bids, learn from the earth...
  who gracefully moves now into her season of ripening,
      who readies for her winter.

It is time to follow in her wake. 

To take stock of your vintage,
   review your winter larders,
      examine your cupboards wares, your storage of woolens,
        inner and outer resources,
and move one step beyond....

frank-elulTo Forgive.

For she, wizened with age, knows
  that accounts unsettled act
    like the small tear in a sack of flour,
      from which a steady stream of wheat pours
      until the sack lies depleted.
Thus do un-forgiven deeds and words
    drain and alter your form.

It is time to seek forgiveness from others whom you have wounded,
   wittingly and unwittingly,
       by words and by actions.


To speak words
  which stick in your craw like
     leftover morning gruel clings to the pot,
        and ask for forgiveness, and
           grant forgiveness. 

It is time to Forgive yourself whom you have wounded,
   wittingly and unwittingly,
      by words and by actions.

To look at yourself,
   which stings, like lemon juice in a open wound,
      and to ask forgiveness and
        grant forgiveness.

To cry the unshed tears,
   loosen jaws which clench,
      open the closed recesses within,
         and scour that which has solidified,
            like calcium deposits inside a kettle,
        staining the inner parts of your being.

It is time to wash yourself clean.

To  be fresh again,
   shine again,
      to stand restored, pure as first made...
To rise as your true beautiful self.


support me as I walk,
   for this way is most arduous.

I lie exposed and open,
   facing choked words and mottled histories,

    tortured sculptures of intentions
      that missed the mark,

     overgrown gardens of desires that grew awry,
       cantankerously leaving their marks,
         etched within and without.


Help me scrub away the rings...
   Pass through this moon... cleanse...
     and find my true ground.

That I might sing my songs...
   bear my flame...

Be with me as I walk.

As I walk forward,


Photography Credits

First photograph: Alon Kvashny
Second photograph: Frank Dobrushken
Third photograph: Vicki Hollander