בס״ד
Ki Savo
Sometimes it may take 40 years
to understand what we’ve had
all along.
Like an esrog, forever ripening,
sun, rain, and earth, nurturing slowly
with each passing day.
Fraught with struggle, and joy,
bitter lessons, and stunning victories,
setbacks bringing not despair,
but wisdom.
Looking back as we look forward
we no longer await perfection
nor do we fear our flaws,
blemish indistinguishable from beauty,
like love and loss, they are one.
This precious seed, rooting and sprouting,
but never decaying, ever fresh,
always delving deeper into
the moist, warm, living soil,
which is the human heart.
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