The Turning
'Neath the moon of Sivan
The earth is alive with turning
Spring takes her final turn on the dance floor
Showing off with her fancy May-poling
In and out and back again,
Spinning filaments of gold as she goes.
Fish take a turn toward deep, cooler waters.
Fruit on the vine turns within itself
Ripening flesh that is full to bursting.
The angel Paniel peeks out from ivory wings,
Golden eyes inviting me to turn toward this Eternal Turning,
This gold-spinning Artiste,
And recognize it as the very face of God
Vibrant and vital in its circling energy
Yet always grounded by a vertical stake of assurance
That at the core of all that is God-turned and gold-tinged
There is Tiferet─ Beauty,
scarlet-hued,
Pulsing and throbbing, anchoring my soul
As I am turned and returned again and again
'Neath the moon of Sivan.
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