Prayer

#8: A prayer of gratitude

Tiferet is beauty

My lines are drawn in pleasant places,
making sense, laid into soft wax.
My lines are laid in pleasant places,
I am wearing them, now I am weaving them
working backwards from the source.

I am breathing soul at the inner point of truth,
the lines converging on tiferet, beauty.

I am thanking you
for the soul breathing within me
and the unclaimed soul without.

I am tying untying my life in knots,
I have assembled the fibers
and hung them on the wall.
All weavers pass through tiferet, beauty.

My lines are laid in pleasant places.
Meet me at the blessing,
it is a tunnel to the heart of the world.

Restore me don’t restore me,
trust me.
I am wearing my soul like a coat, inside out.

My lines are left in pleasant places,
a true person of compassion
pulled them together into time,
just enough for another day.

Now I know that nothing
nothing in G*d’s creation is ever lost.

My lines are left in pleasant places,
my lines are left in pleasant places,
invisible fibers of relation
that pull me to You.

amein

Sources:
Psalm 16
Ben-Zion “Rope-maker”
Genesis 2:7
Sefat Emet on Three-fold blessing
Rebbe Nachman’s last unfinished story as told by S. An-ski