Elul - Tishre
It has been God's mercy to renew
the little stone ark
of the breathing space.
The little bridge that holds up the strings
enabling sound.
The lofty vault inside that stands forever
until it is no longer; made of dark
black basalt rock
with starry shooting ribs
of lighter stone;
dividing
life and hope
from the no-space where there can be none.
The seasons are inexhaustible;
because the covenant is upheld.
Now it stands
as of old.
As it has always been.