בס״ד
Sukkos
the wings within which I am sheltered,
this bamboo roof, these fabric walls,
sunlight peeking through reed feathers,
shimmering, speckled, as it falls.
the encircling cloth veils and refines,
sun and starlight, smoothing,
what wings are these that envelope me,
whose quiet voice whispering, soothing?
by human hand erected, but a fluttering presence
alights within it, pinions unfolding,
a je ne sais quoi, an essence,
that the sukkah's dearly holding.
these wings are not for flying,
they are for embracing
the ones we love.
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