Solemn yet Hopeful
The passing of seasons is old and worn,
Tedious, monotonous, yet exciting and new.
Favorite seasons I sometimes morn,
As winds whisper change, and mix Gods' brew.
I've seen it before, yet welcome familiarity.
I know the seasons here by heart,
And plan before I fully see
What this year brings and pulls apart.
I welcome change the Holiday brings.
It's a time to reflect and to meditate.
Rosh Hashanah my door bell rings.
Soon I fast, yet I slightly hesitate.
So I pray for strength to pursue,
Required emptiness for my atonement.
Perhaps with conviction and purpose true,
In the end, it will not be wasted time spent.
Am I truly worthy for what lies ahead?
A season for God, still a whole year is over.
I search within to keep spirit fed,
And hope the coming days are truly a Shana Tova.
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