I am husband and father, / Brother, son, colleague, and friend.
I am a congregational rabbi, / And a Jew in the pews.
I am a cancer survivor, / And support those with cancer, / And heart disease, / And dementia, / And mental illness, / And people in bad marriages, / And with troubled kids, / And unsatisfying jobs, / And too little money, / And frustrated lives.
I am one human being, / And life moves through me, / And through you, / Except when it doesn’t.
Life is wondrous, / Most of the time, / But sometimes it hurts like hell!
There is a second me too, / And a second you – / The always-present Neshamah / That hovers and waits / To become one with Nefesh, / The earthly-animal-life-force / That keeps us alive.
The Neshamah connects us to Divinity, / And infuses us with Essence, / And inspires us To think and know / That we come closest to God / When we know that we are no-thing / And part of the All.
When we are most receptive to Neshamah / Our lives work.
In Elul each morning I awake wondering – / What is my greatest challenge? / What troubles me about me? / What gives me heartache and grief? / What ruins keep me enslaved?
Am I patient and kind enough, / Generous and respectful enough, / Understanding and wise enough, / Appreciative and grateful enough?
The Yamim Noraim are coming! / There is little time.