Poet Beth "Batyah" Elishevah Ginzberg expresses her creative poetic meditations about water as a very powerful atmospheric element of the environment. Ginzberg wrote these poems at the East Rogers Park Lake Michigan Beaches, on-the-spot, to experientially convey the full effect of the Great Lakes of Chicago, IL USA for your reading pleasure.

Friday, January 22, 2016

SHABBAT AT THE SEASHORE



[On Friday, Moses told the people,] “Tomorrow will be a day of rest, a holy Sabbath unto G-d.” Exodus 16:23."

Sitting on the dock of the bay, water coming in slowly surrounding your bare feet with its spa-like effect, resting on the sands, soaking up sunlight, a beach that was created by G-d for you to spend on it taking in the restfulness of Shabbat.

A Day of Rest, a time to take off and stop creating, stop cooking, stop lighting lights, resting on a couch, putting one's feet up, taking the load off your feet, sitting and thinking in an easy chair, resting one's muscles in a soft bed, laying on the sands of a wet beach, taking it easy, having a date with your couch, at time to pray, eat, drink, and be merry.

A Shabbat rest, a holiday which is a holy day, that comes once a week, regularly, predictably, often, usually. 

A time to remember things that you will not do, instead to do activities that bring you rest and peace.

A Shabbat rest that rejuvenates the body, heart and mind.

Preparing for a rest, taking care of business on Friday so it ceases on Saturday.

Having all good intentions coming forth in your actions due to a body and mind that is reborn, is given a second life, a second chance to do what seemed impossible to do when you were stressed. Taking away all stress, removing all sense of the burdens of responsibility that you feel during the weekdays.

A time to daven, to study Torah, to eat plenty at a Kiddush, to toast with your friends, to take it all in stride, to heal from the past week's difficulties. 

A time to cherish, a time to sing, a time that extends your life so you can work again next week.

Water waves pouring in one by one on a beach of satisfaction, a place where all the fish are fed, on a Saturday, on the Day of Rest, watching the tide come in and thanking G-d for having peace.

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