Havdallah Too
For each there comes an end to projects, plans, and lives,
As we each live our days, havdallah soon arrives.
That's good, I guess, but hard for selves and for our kin –
Resource no longer there, sustaining life within.For me there is a way – there always is a way –
To rise another inch, to buy another day,
To be no longer stopped, reframe our present fix,
To each the victory see, to move beyond our ditch.But when that's not the case – horizon roles not on;
When others walk away; there is no victory song;
When folks give up on life, let go, walk off the field
It's then I say, ‘okay’, havdallah to I yield.I shrug, I laugh, I cry, take walks, peruse the sky,
Note shoots where life was burned, that chicks to hens reply,
Smell freshness in the air, watch children laugh and play,
Havdallah too now comes – then starts another day.But that's havdallah one, for human folks at least –
We separate from pasts, in time for us laid waste;
Pre-grief quite often comes, for driving, hearing, sight,
Things stolen, lost to flame, or our declining might.As with havdallah one, where comes another life –
We reach and pick it up; are given it in spite
Of our depression-state by those who walk beside
Us as our lives go on despite the shifts in tide –For me there is a day, light filled, for there was One
Who walked life here as well; spoke of a Kingdom come;
Put meaning in our lives – salt, leaven, light, and love;
Helped us to rise in life's havdallahs – now above.navigation