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Joy Serves G*d in Joy as a passionate performing percussionist, poet, publisher, photographer, publicist, sound healer, spiritual guide, artist, gardener and Gemini. "Ivdu Et Hashem B'Simcha" -Psalm 100:2 ....... Joy Krauthammer, active in the Jewish Renewal, Feminist, and neo-Chasidic worlds for over three decades, kabbalistically leads Jewish women's life-cycle rituals. ... Workshops, and Bands are available for all Shuls, Sisterhoods, Rosh Chodeshes, Retreats, Concerts, Conferences & Festivals. ... My kavanah/intention is that my creative expressive gifts are inspirational, uplifting and joyous. In gratitude, I love doing mitzvot/good deeds, and connecting people in joy. In the zechut/merit of Reb Shlomo Carlebach, zt'l, I mamash love to help make our universe a smaller world, one REVEALING more spiritual consciousness, connection, compassion, and chesed/lovingkindness; to make visible the Face of the Divine... VIEW MY COMPLETE PROFILE and enjoy all offerings.... For BOOKINGS write: joyofwisdom1 at gmail.com, leave a COMMENT below, or call me. ... "Don't Postpone Joy" bear photo montage by Joy. Click to enlarge. BlesSings, Joy

JOY'S POEMS ... "You G*d are the Compassion, the Strength, the Beauty, the Victory, the Splendor, and the Foundation of everything in Heaven and on Earth." (1 Chronicles 1:29) ... I see Your Face in All Nature that I photograph. ... ... http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/ . . . Click "Older Posts" on lower right of each post page for MORE earlier posted stories and art.

Clouds' Crayon Box

Clouds' Crayon Box

- Joy Krauthammer © 

This morning's magnificent markings of Presence
huge clouds, 
whispers of white fluffs,
overlaid with thin brush marks of translucent black
sun painting radiant white on edges
only as I have seen
from the Masters in the museums.
Sky blue depth of field
wakes up daybreak's display
offering visions of mighty mountains.
Horizon's frame of slender salmon hues
continues committed during this exhibition.

Not enough film in camera
to capture this beauty
my eyes behold
as I hear the birds singing, a symphony
an overlay, a separate track
on this magical marvelous miracle.

Two winged ones--birds fly higher than I've ever seen
feathered creatures that bring me joy.
It's not the Endeavor, paired, crossing the skies
as the space shuttle did this week
with the world watching for its landing.                                       
Time for a new day, one of hope.
The Creative One uses today for canvas, the entire sky
creates a canopy that does not stay still,
endless creations silently travel.

Radiance beaming
beckoning me to give gratitude
and in wonder, photograph, paint, write,
feel in my heart hope, that
peace in our universe…
gathers in like nets in the ocean, bringing us
to see
what can be… .

My 90 year-old friend calls
breaking the silence of speech
shares with me
the awesome orange colors
she saw in the clouds.
She witnessed
the Divine One's sky of dawn.

Chanting passionate prayers for peace
in the early hours,
I missed the orange.
I was too late today
for G*d's colorful crayon box.


I was so immersed in the beauty of the morning gift and then writing that I did not photograph this sunrise, but enjoy others seen in my site:



Amy said...

You have so much to share…beautiful!
Thank you.

Faye said...

Thank you for these: Spectacular acts of reverence.

Lilian said...

Lovely poem-you would flip over the sunrise in Ixtapan-- flowering trees, hummingbirds, mountains.