Thank you Laurel, thank you Ritesh. Any day can be a new year, can it not? Levy, R.D. (Ed.) (1985). On Wings of Awe: A Machzor for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Hillel Foundations. pp. 104-106. The day has come To take an accounting of my life. Have I dreamed of late Of the person I want to be, Of the changes I would make In my daily habits, In the way I am with others, In the friendship I show companions, Woman friends, man friends, my partner, In the regard I show my father and mother, Who brought me out of childhood? I have remained enchained too often to less than what I am. But the day has come to take an accounting of my life. Have I renewed of late My vision of the world I want to live in, Of the changes I would make In the way my friends are with each other In the way we find out whom we love The way we grow to educated people The way in which the many kinds of needy people Grope their way to justice? I, who am my own kind of needy person, have been afraid of visions. But the day has come to take accounting of my life. Have I faced up of late To the needs I really have – Not for the comforts which shelter my unsureness Not for honors which paper over my (really tawdry) self, Not for handsome beauty in which my weakness masquerades, Not for unattractiveness in which my strengths hide out – I need to be loved. Do I deserve to be? I need to love another. Can I commit my love? Perhaps its object will be less than my visions (And then I would be less) Perhaps I am not brave enough To find new vision Through a real and breathing person. I need to come in touch with my own power, Not with titles, Not possessions, money, high praise, But with the power that it is mine As a child of the Power that is the universe To be a comfort, a source of honor, Handsome and beautiful from the moment I awoke this morning So strong That I can risk the love of someone else So sure That I can risk to change the world And know that even if it all comes crashing down I shall survive it all— Saddened a bit, shaken perhaps, Not unvisited by tears But my dreams shall not crash down My visions not go glimmering. So long as I have breath I know I have the strength To transform what I can be To what I am. The day has come To take an accounting of my life.
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