Creation- Final Copy
By: Erin Gardner
I pause
on the edge of the cistern,
the stones have been covered with fine plaster
The white plaster
clings to my flesh.
Heat shimmers
over the water,
The spirit of God
hovers– over the water,
as it did on the first day
of creation.
I stand
before the glory of what he has created.
I remove my cloak, my sandals, my tunic.
Other women purify themselves,
in the mikvah, but I need deeper waters.
I dive in.
Creation-Rough Draft
By: Erin Gardner
I pause
on the edge of the cistern where,
the stones have been covered with fine plaster
The white plaster
clings to my flesh.
I watch the shimmer of the heat
over the water,
It is said that the spirit of God
hovers– over the water,
as it did on the first day
of creation. I stand
before the glory of what he has created.
I remove my cloak, my sandals, my tunic.
Other women purify themselves,
in the mikvah, but I need deeper
waters. I dive in.
Reflection
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