Song of Miriam
By Rabbi Ruth Sohn
I, Miriam, stand at the sea and turn to face the desert stretching endless and still.
My eyes are dazzled —
the sky brilliant blue, sunburst sands unyielding white.
My hands turn to dove wings.
My arms reach for the sky and I want to sing the song rising inside me.
My mouth open, I stop.
Where are the words?
Where the melody?
In a moment of panic my eyes go blind.