About The Author and Artist

Beth "Batyah" Ginzberg is the owner, CEO and founder of "Ginzberg Creative Arts and Writing, Inc." She is a descendant of the Davidic Line of the Mashiach and is an Israelite Hebrew Priestess. Her father was a Levi Hebrew Priest. Ginzberg is an information scientist and an artist and writer. She writes her poetry in honor and memory of her father Emanuel Ginsburg and in honor of and love for her mother Jarie Vavra Granton.


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

WE ARE BUT DUST OR ANGELS



"The progeny of Abraham are likened to the dust of the earth (Genesis 13:16), and to the stars of the heavens (Genesis 15:5). For when they fall they fall as low as dust, and when they rise they rise as high as the stars..."

- The Midrash

Flying, shooting like a star, climbing Jacob's Ladder to the top, not sliding down, standing firmly on one leg chanting The Amidah singing "Kedosh, Kedosh, Kedosh," standing again for the Kaddish, no one dying no one sick, a family of prayer equals a family of health, hopefully, saving lives of loved ones, burying pets in pet cemeteries, birthing new puppies new kittens, life goes on after death.

G-d is everywhere, He is in the brightness of the yellow painted walls, He is the sunshine that pours into one's bedroom warming you upon your bed in the afternoon, He is the brightness of the light that enters your eyes in the morning first thing.

What is the first thing you do first thing in the morning? Opening your eyes and washing your hands. Water wetting on my hands is G-d soothing my skin, splashing cool water upon one's face, first thing in the morning, facing it again, facing another day, being sure to say "Modah Ani" and this ensures the continuation of the brightness of the light we face each day.

Low as dust, not better than anyone else, we all die and we all get sick, we are all mortals, but also we are all destined to be angels, some get that far but some do not.

Dust as earthly granules, at the bottom of Jacob's Ladder, roots deeply into the ground sucking up water so shoots can rise climbing again, and then once again flying as high as an angel, your choice to be dust or not, or an angel or not.

Flying and then soaring down, bowing down, standing on one foot, we are as good as we are kind to others, thinking of others at all times, being there when they need you, you having them there for you when they are available.

Up and down, bowing, like a horse on a merry go round, turning and always in continuation as a circular form, a moon, a lunar calendar taking us from day to marvelous day, a new moon is always predictably on the rise.

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