Elul
Here's an original poem about the Jewish month of Elul that I penned several years ago. Elul, the month the earth smells of Return Musky scent of souls, yearning for their burn Igniting their kindled spirits with the yearn For tis’ the sizzling month of fire and churn Turn those doubts inside out and tap into your soul Stare deep inside, as if staring at a seamonkey in a fishbowl Bobbing and threshing the water all about Creating new life, a new habitat like a spout Pouring new life and fervor into an arid land Unbeknownst to you, kernels of growth lie in the sand Just reach out or in, depending on where you shop That Jewish soul will roar with flames, with equity and stock See, Elul is a time for introspection What was not evident before, will have you floored Suddenly doing better is not such a correction Elul is here, step right through its door