This is the month of Elul.
I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.
Soon Rosh Hashana will come, and I will go and hear the shofar.
Soon Yom Kippur will come, and I will go and fast.
But now, during ××œ×•×œ, I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine.
It's just you and me, G-d.
I've been standing here with my back to You,
afraid to turn around.
Afraid I wouldn't mean it,
afraid I'd turn again and make it worse,
afraid I'd find You gone.
But You're not gone.
I've been working up to it all month, and all month You've been there,
waiting patiently, gently coaxing with Your unspoken invitation.
I think...perhaps...I just might be ready...
to turn and face You,
close my eyes,
lay my head on Your shoulder,
and weep silently
in the dark
of Your nearest embrace.