For the love of G-d

She did it for the love of God.

She strolled down the street with her hands in her shirt pockets, the humid and gray air building moisture on her forehead.
She did it for the love of God.

She chatted, laughed and then felt her hand graze over something in her pocket.
She did it for the love of God.

She looked down in surprise and to her shock and simultaneous amusement a folded $10 bill stared innocently back at her.
She did it for the love of God.

Stopping abruptly she turned her pocket inside out and let the green bill fall gently to the pavement below.
She did it for the love of God.

She stood around with her friends for a brief moment, discussing the fate of the $10 dollar bill.
She did it for the love of God.

She walked up to the man blowing leaves on the sidewalk and pointed to the money laying casually on the sidewalk.
She did it for the love of God.

"Go take it, " she said, "It's all yours. For it is our Sabbath and I cannot carry it."
She did it for the love of God.

She strolled away laughing with her friends at the leaf blower's bewildered look about the money that was no longer hers.
She did it for the love of God.

The question was posed; money or God?

And the answer was simple. The answer was clear.

And she did it for the love of God.

I'm Almost There, My King

*A response to R' Simon Jacobson's 8th day in the 60 day journey through Elul and Tishrei.

He is in the field.

He is waiting for me to open the screen door and run in to His arms,

to speak to Him,

or at least give Him a little wave, make eye contact-something.

My King is waiting, He is knocking on my door calling out my name.

The blessings are imminent, "Just ask," He says.

The veil has been lifted it is just Him and I.

He wants to give. His love is real. His love is now.

He just wants acknowledgment. "Bring me into your life," He says. "I want to be involved."

I opened the door, peered through the screen and saw His form standing amidst my shrubs.

I cracked open the screen door and saw an arm waving.

I gingerly stepped outside and saw a smiling face beckoning with love.

"I know I've been distant," I said. "But I'm coming back to you."

"Please don't leave," I said softly, "I am mending a broken heart."

My King stood there offering comfort, catching my tears. "I am here forever and always," He said. "I will await your return, my precious one."

He stands right outside my door, His hand extended, His blessings abundant.

Where will I go?

How long will it take me to get there?

My King is so patient.

My King accepts my flaws.

My King lets me be me.

My King just wants my love in return.

But I have been wounded and I need time to heal.

I open the screen door, smile and give a wave.

"I'm almost there," I whisper, "I'm almost there, My King."