Majesty, Poetry

How We Get By

High Holy Days 2023

Poem written by Em Meuller, used with permission from the author

See how the sun
wants to get through
pushing light past
sodden clouds.

See how trees hold up the
sky like Atlas’ rounded
shoulders weighted by earth.

Can you see those white
specks of net — a soccer
goal, forlorn, praying for
children to play.

See how relentless we go
on and on, the sky, the
sun, trees, earth, me, you
reading this poem.