Yesod sh’b Malchut /Shechinah*
Black flapping crow, calling out danger and harm,
flushes coyote from the shadows among the blue
spruce trees across the mowed meadow,
towards me. 

White brush tail, brown and rust fur,
long lean power of his hurrying body.  Crow
pursues, cawing alarm, as I rise to my feet,
fearing daytime sighting.  Is he rabid? 

Does he intend harm?  In difficult times,
how can we stay always ready to dance
toward and away?  To sway? How can we touch
the always possible love—

sweet honey in the core of each of us? 
On this cold May day, bite of frost in the air,
golden maple blossoms blown from their trees,
and pink weeping cherry petal confetti

scatter across the grass, gather in the cracks
between paving stones.  Celebrations
for departed coyote, who ran out of sight
round the east side of the house.

For triumphant crow perched at the top
of the birch tree—cawing victory
as I return to the Torah of my Rebbes,
whispering their wisdoms across generations:

“Root yourself so deep  in the Mystery,
that you can always take shelter there.”
Ya, help me rest in the strength
of this enduring, loving Truth.
                                                5/13/2013
     *Connection w/in Majestic Indwelling Presence