Sarah's Tent

Dear Friends,
At the invitation of this week’s Torah portion, let us enter Sarah’s tent.

Nestled among ancient trees,
Adorned with threads of blue, crimson and violet
Sits Sarah’s tent.

The door is open.
Let us bow and enter.

As we do
A warm radiance envelops us.
We sit and the earth meets us with a gentle embrace.

As our eyes adjust to the tent’s darkness
We notice the presence of ancestors,
Ancient teachers and guides,
Some we recognize
And many whose names we do not know.

Welcome, they say.
We are grateful for you.

Their light surrounds us with loving care.

Gently they ask,
         What prayers are upon your heart?
         What are you holding?
         What do you seek?

In response to our cries, confusion, fears and despair
They hold us close.

We will help you, they say.

Call upon us
With words, silences,
With songs, with tears.

We are always here.
And we will help you.

Call upon us.

May the love and strength of the ancient mothers hold and guide us all.

With love and blessing,
Rabbi Yael