Rosh Hodesh Poem

The moon withers to nothing
In the night sky
As prayers for this new month
Blossom with petals of hope.

Every 29 or 30 days a new start.
Freshly laundered days
On which to place our marks:
Tiptoeing, running, stepping forward.

Songs of Hallel, praise
To the Month Maker,
Lead us on our first step forward
Into the open spaces ahead.

Subtle changes we anticipate
As we unfold moment into week,
Unwrapping the gift of new self
To rewrap thirty days hence. 

Walk with me now,
Step into the unknown,
Sing with joy and wonder,
Bless the path ahead.


Found in: Rosh Hodesh