Yesod is life, it is everywhere.
Ritual, the points along the journey,
The beginning and the middle and the end,
The liminal gateway,
The candle lighting and the candle dousing.
The five-act screenplay, the haiku, the sestina, and the three-minute song;
Chairs around a dining table so we know where to sit;
My skull, a safe and solid place to keep my brain.
Math, a plausible place to plan the beauty.
The access code, the retinal scan, the thumbprint,
It is Entrance;
Fiber optic cable, the string between tin cans, wifi,
It is Connection;
A tree, a shul, an archway,
It is Protection;
Schist and granite, concrete slabs, a finished basement,
It is Foundation.
I truly enjoy arguing with Yesod.
I push and pull it, break it when I can.
But I know even as I abuse it
Yesod is always there, offering me the walls of Sanctuary.
Barukh Kadosh Hu,
On this Day 36 of the Omer,
Hesed of Yesod,
Love of Foundation
Compassion for the Underpinnings
I love Structure
And I give thanks. Amen.