Open My Lips: A Poem for T’fillah
July 13, 2012 
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by Stacey Zisook Robinson
Prayer.
It is a reaching out
A yearning
Desire wrapped in longing
Despair wrapped in joy
We cry out into darkness
And luminous silence
And glorious, sheltering peace
And offer
The sacrifice of
Of what?
What do we sacrifice?
What do we place on the altar of our hope?
It is not what we pray that matters
It is, ever and always
That we pray
That changes us
And redeems us
And heals us
Prayer is the heart of us
The center of us
We open our lips
And let our souls fly
Free
Stacey Zisook Robinson is a member of Beth Emet The Free Synagogue in Evanston, IL, and Congregation Hakafa in Glencoe, IL. She blogs at Stumbling towards meaning: Stacey’s Blog.
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