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