Shabbat

Shabbat

Shabbat’s a habit
Got me early

In a common-sense sort of way

Like my habit of leaving
Webs, on the outside of windows

(Never the inside)
Simply for the pleasure

Of the naked instant
Tīwaiwaka
Plunges the web

Gathering spider-brunch
While I spin in my chair

Missing the moment
But see wings

Flutter against window
& taste the pure delight of life –

& maybe that’s all
The Maker’s want

Over and over

Shock wave insights
Startled enchantments

Calling us to the immediacy
Of a life

We cannot name

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‘Shabbat,’ the Sabbath: the Jewish day of remembrance, celebration and rest, carried over into Christianity (On Sundays). Essentially, it’s a stepping back from work and remembering and celebrating the deep values of life.

‘Tīwaiwaka:’ the fantail.

‘The Makers’: the powers of Nature. From the Sayings of Humanity.

‘Life:’ the Mystery we are part of, but cannot separate from name.