A Kaddish

When the souls made their passage

I sang one of the soul tunes

Into Your hands I entrust my spirit

All the words

Jumped off the page

The white fire turned soft bluish-green

The black fire set new against the white fire

Bluish-green

Color of souls finding their way home

At the time I lie down

And the time I rise up

G*d is with me

I shall not fear

I had to pause after that

The words relaxed

They were banging all over the room

I might have been swallowed up into the ground then

My feet heavy with the weight of my own soul

Settling into my body

Pray for the souls

Their courage for the journey to the ancestors

And the meeting with G*d

Honor the vessels that accompany the souls

Vessels working so hard to house our souls

Because our souls

Are flamboyant

Hard to contain

They burn bluish-green

And light up

From within

Our holy bodies

Temples

Bodies

Palaces

Blessed are the souls

As they leave the Temple of body

As they make their way home to the ancestors

Who inhabit a far-away place

Far away from Australia or Rhode Island

Where they once dwelled