The Moon of Kislev



You yearn for tending
in this time of deepest night, 
and call upon HaG'vurah.


You Who sculpt caves deep within the earth,
Who soothes the ocean's waters,
You come to me this Moon of Kislev to teach me of true power.

Kislev nestles on the edge of winter, month in the Land where rains sweep across the face of the earth,
soft green thistles wave in the wind, and harvests of oranges blend with stories
of courage and miracles, fear and wonders.

You Who sprinkle the stars throughout the heavens,
Who holds the planets in place,
You teach me of the many forms of strength.

Strength of muscle and of voice, of coppers and of spirit,
strength of action and of stillness, of struggle and of release,
strength of laughter and strength of tears,
strength in daily living, and
moment to moment
choosing life.

kathy-kislevYou Who spreads the sun's rays each morning,
Who paints the clouds with light,
You instruct me of the many forms of might.

Might of position and of person, might of gold and of presence, 
might of speaking and of listening, might of confidence and of humility, 
might of compassion and of truthtelling, 
might in daily living, and moment to moment 
walking with faith.



help me stand with You.
Grant me continued vigor.
Refortify me.



That I might continue to find my power
use it
once uncovered,
with wisdom.




In this Moon of Kislev, gird me.
You Who are my Strength and Shield, 




Photography credits

First and last photograph: Alon Kvashny
Second photograph: Kathy Berendt