As the High One, Yah, In the Gentle Winds of Eden

A Sabbath prayer

Sunset in the Arabah desert (Arava)

This morning I wrote a poem or a prayer for this evening, for anybody who needs or wants it.

love,

-g

As the High One, Yah, in the gentle winds of Eden
	Walked with Adam and Eve in the cool of the day
Come to us in the breath, the winds, the air of the world's twilight
	And abide with us in silence and rest—be yourself our Sabbath rest,
O Yah, Father in the skies, O Child of Palestine calling out “Come unto me,
	All you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest”
A holy Breath-Wind filling these bodies of clay
	In the heartbroken, quiet dust of the world, falling with the sun
Come to us, come to us, come to us
	Be the guest at the table of our hearts,
Let our table this evening be the table of Sarah and Abraham,
	Whose generous hearts saw “the least of these” tired and thirsty
And dusty in the desert, and, in the three, offered food and drink to You
	Face to face to face, in the name of Yeshua our Messiah-King, amen.