journey back to sinai

morning approaches; soft wind stirs from an ancient,
familiar place.
is that a voice i hear?  faint and paradoxically clear.

sleep falls away from my eyes, and,
it is as though i stand before a mountain.
i am overwhelmed. my soul in awe. 
morning has revealed my journey,
here to the foot of sinai.  

home.

i have journeyed home,
and pray that i am bidden to enter.

the words of ruth echo across time: 
Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you.
Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay.
Your people will be my people and your G-d my G-d.

as the sun crests atop the mountain, i see my people;
my friends, my teachers, my family,
my community.

i have journey back to sinai.
to my home.