I wanted to see the sunrise in hope of awakening my spirit. I forced myself out of bed in anticipation of the dawning light, but there was only darkness. Eventually the clouds in the sky took on form; puffs of gray and charcoal and shapes of billow. But they offered me little comfort; I rose to see the sun. I wanted to see the bright colors, reaching, climbing, flying up to the top of the sky. But not this morning. And then it happened. The clouds began to dance across the heavens; subdued colors, nuanced shapes, layers of softness. And too, my heart. And I whispered, there is softness in this sadness. And I blessed the day.
Rabbi Karyn D. Kedar is a poet, author and senior rabbi at Congregation BJBE in the Chicago area. www.bjbe.org
