by Joy Krauthammer
Clustered all the way from Gan Eden
beneath giant green leaves,
figs, tender, large, luscious, plump, purple, fresh figs,
ooze white sap when plucked.
In bliss, I lift each sweet sensuous one
up to You.
Birthed to enjoy through and through
I taste the mysterious, mystical treasure,
delicate, dry skin and moist within,
ripe, bursting forth magenta flesh.
I release from the fruit
holy sparks of life. Satisfied
I feel them sparkle
in my mouth
and as they travel throughout my being.
Figs on the tree, I bequeath
to G*d's wild life, other creatures
to glean and feast in joy.
I prune Your trees
and share barren fig scions,
branches filled with potential,
with others to plant
and grow their own fig tree.
On Tu B'Shvat
may roots be blessed
may sap flow
and may buds soon blossom.
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Excerpt from Manna From Heaven
Read at Tu B'Shvat Seders by Joy Krauthammer
"In that day (of Torah and peace)...everyone will invite his friend in fellowship under his vine and under his fig tree." (Zechariah 3:10)
Enjoy my devotion of
FIGs: Photos and Poems
http://joys-poems.blogspot.com/2013/02/manna-from-heaven.html
1 comment:
Thank you for sending – just received sad news –
needed to have a reminder of how wonderful life an be...
Love and Hugs,
Shirley
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