Ten Days Of Teshuvah Poem Poem by Pamela Storch

Return, Return, within thyself,
For that's the only form of wealth,
For what is it that GOD can see,
But only sacred UNITY,

It's not about 'I'm sorry',
Or the future, or the past,
It's not about relationship,
Or hours that we fast,

For when the chakras are aligned,
The seas that number ten,
We are the angels, don't need food,
There is no where or when,

For when we're truly who we are,
We truly have returned,
A tuning fork can do no harm,
The balance, lessons learned,

Come back into your center,
And align the chakras ten,
And time puts out its only wand,
No 'sorry for' again.