The Tzedakah Box
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Michele Maxwell
A lifelong lover and writer of poetry, she got a Master's in theology, studied playwriting at Harvard and law at University of Texas, has edited a monthly spiritual journal, “River of Light,” for 30 years, and authored “Mary, Matrix of Change,” a book about Medjugorje.
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The Tzedakah Box - Michele Maxwell
Copyright © 2020 Michele Maxwell
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To all my
relations
whose memories are here recalled,
through whom God has loved me so well.
Contents
Preface
SHEMA
Part I: Sixty from the Heart
Orlando 1982
Yorkshire Rain
Inertia
Memorandum from an August Austin Firm
Compost
Malibu
Fractions
Wanting
Are You Awake?
Waiting
Speak Moses! *
Sirens
Centering Prayer
Who Made You Do It?
In the Recliner Oak
Acceptance
Sam
Summons
Mother’s Day Poem
Father’s Day Poem
Root, Hog or Die!
What to Give Up for Lent
Corpus Christi Meditation
Walking Meditation
Slaying Goliath
Near the White Wings Flour Mill: Mission Reach
Coming Up for Air
Prayer
In My Next Life…
Ash Wednesday
Apology
Truth
Maturity
Twitch
Allergy
But he realized their intentions….
September Migration
Stability
Ping ) ) ) ) ) ) )
Memorial
Scruples
The First Recovery Convention
Ordinary Time
January 1945
The March Toast
Favorite Shoes
Full Moon Last Night
To A House in Hidden Streets
That and This
Morning Prayer at South Padre Island
The Advent Sanctuary
Lenten Valentine
Eye Trouble
Rainbows Post-Supreme Court Decision
Red Oak
Six Flags vs. Disney World
Fireflies
Memory Quilts
Gym & Sauna
Cancer Industrial Complex
Part: II Sixty from the Soul
Paschal Mystery
Litany from Life
Mother Love
Christian Assistance Ministry
Mexico
Ecce Homo
Another Rain
Forbidden Pleasures
Ode to Kent Roper
Being Sick
Psychotherapy
Rosary-making: A Poem in Five Decades
Look
Christmastide with Dolly
Ministry of Courage
This Strong Levite
Camping Out
Haiku: A Waterfall
Aging BodyMind
Day Trip
Favorite Gift
Crimson Summer
Summer of 42 (Years)
Deathbed Scene
This Friday
Watercolor Prophecy
Insect Likability
Train Travel
Two Snowfalls
Best Massage
Bipolar
The Importance of Lighting
Jealousy
A Piece with a Past
Owls
Change of Life
Baker’s Dozen Catheads
Swimming Places
The Bash-All Bible Study
Three Ducks
Safety
Ireland 2014
Last Day on Wiltshire Avenue
Dog Story
Vultures
The Dark Night of Sense
That Time I Got Angry
House Renovation
Children
In the Church of the Holy Sepulchre
Greyhound Bus
Food
Twelve-Stepping . . .
TV Interviews (1990’s)
The Hair You’d Like to Have
Falling Out with a Friend
Elementary
Grandmothers
Grandfathers
Childhood Games
Part: III Sixty from the Strength
Electronics
Daily Mass
Hawaii
Irvington
Slumber Party
She Eats Life (I)
She Eats Life (II)
A Teacher
Social Media
Cemeteries
A Face with Character
A High-Impact Work of Art
Nuns to Nones
Beach at Boca Chica
A Wild Blue Hope
South Padre Island
Halloween
Honeybees
Walking Barefoot
Falling in Love
Hoarders
The Ranch
Epiphany
A Romantic Gesture
Easter
Birthdays
The Trip
Borderlands
Three Big Formators
Tamalada
Medjugorje
Seasoned
Sleepwear
Canada
Buying a Car
Favorite Tools / Angels
The Use of Candles
The Peach-pit Incident
By the fire . . .
Booze-n-Weed
Best Friends
Card Playing
Marian Conferences
Chicago
Choosing A Christmas Tree
On the Beach
Nursing Home
The Decor of a Room
David’s Song
New York
Riverwalk
What to Save if the House Burns Down
Sexuality
Santorini
Money
Cherokee Lineage
My Catholic Devotions
Creating Art
Reading the Pee Leaves
Hindsight: 2020
About the Author
Preface
Many years ago—without knowing anything about its significance in the Jewish religious tradition—I purchased a small, elegantly carved wooden tzedakah box. I bought it simply because it was beautiful—a smooth, richly grained sphere that filled the palm of my hand, topped by a carved Star of David screw-on lid inlaid with golden Hebrew letters meaning charity,
and a one-inch slot on top through which coins (or folded paper) could be inserted.
I later learned that tzedakah
literally means righteousness
and refers to giving charity.
It is a mitzvah or commandment in Judaism—not an optional or bonus
act of virtue, but an ethical obligation that is simply right and just,
based on the premise that none of life’s gifts is truly ours.
Rather, they all belong to God, who has entrusted them to us—and to whom we must return them through a sharing and redistribution to the world, in whatever way God wishes.
I began to fill this little wooden tzedakah box with tiny slips of paper, each containing a single word or phrase as a prompt
for remembering some gifted moment or intense experience of my life. It was gradually stuffed full of over 200 slips of folded paper that became poetry prompts. Over the years I have randomly drawn out these slips of paper and written a poem for each of them, finally reaching the bottom of the small round wooden barrel on the eve of my 60th birthday.
This book holds the contents of that tzedakah box, open at last for redistributing
the gifts of my life—its joys and sorrows, hits and misses—by offering them now in this form. As a sort of homage of gratitude
for my sixty years, I had considered including in this collection 180 poems: three groups of sixty each. Then I happened to read that in the Jewish practice of tzedakah, charity is usually given in multiples of 18,
which is the numerical value of the word LIFE
in Hebrew ("chai")—with 180 considered a generous tzedakah, for it is "Ten times chai!"
I was thrilled by this little revelation—perfectly serendipitous and confirming—just like the moment-to-moment thrill of Life itself, when our eyes and ears are open. May the merit of this tzedakah be a blessing. L’chaim!
SHEMA
Hear, O Israel:
the Lord our God is One.
Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and
with all your soul and
with all your strength.
(Deut. 6:4-9)
PART I
Sixty from the Heart
Orlando 1982
60005.pngA fishnet bag of oranges
Rocks beside us on the bus
Along with a handcarved cuckoo clock,
Your gift from me at the spelunker cave.
Rolling toward our suites, you’re wobbling
At the microphone, winking, cajoling the
Old folks, so far from their northern home
So far from the Atlantic blast of frozen factory years.
The retiring sun is unobtrusive, mild in our windshield;
They ask why we weren’t on the rooftop at dawn
To watch the spaceship ascend from the Cape.
We face each other accusingly as an old married
Couple, each proclaiming the other’s oversleep,
Not saying what rockets had launched before light,
What blastoffs and fireworks had left us gasping for breath.
How many times has your cuckoo sung out
Since that first and last meeting? How
Fluently it measures time, how persistently
I recall that in your eyes were lost
The ghosts of my dark dreams.
In three days to the surface rose the sea;
Bluest green Antibes seemed around the bend.
The sky and salty water brought our first woman, ripe with sin.
In your hair I smelled Brazilian forests
Though I had never been.
Yorkshire Rain
(or, Haworth in June)
60012.pngSudden rumblings from the north
Fill the air with dreadful sound
In the quickly waning light
My heart leaps up and starts to pound
Fire flashes in the sky
And splits the veil of frigid doom
The wind blows wild across the moor
And whistles in my darkened room
I cast the shutters open wide
And breathe an icy blast of air
The scent of heath now fills this space
And whips the pipe smoke from my hair
I anxiously await the storm
Here far from human life in town
I gasp in awe when I behold
The first great torrent coming down
It beats against my window pane
And shakes these ancient stony eaves
It glorifies my every woe
And every blackened heart that grieves
To Penistone beyond the hill
The thunder clashes an encore
The lightning strikes a final note
Then suddenly it is no more.
Inertia
60005.pngI sit
Deliberately as a sack of flour
Spreading out against the surface
Of my seat
A lump of unrealized potential
Whiling away hour upon hour
White, bleached, drawing blanks
How I would love to be
Self-rising.
Memorandum from an
August Austin Firm
60005.pngi awake
armed less with the memory of a dream
than with the sensation of having dreamed
in that state i carry you with me through
the day—indistinct—without form
color or shape
a whisper and a shadow
of strong unnamable flavor
pungent unrecallable scent
Fully enveloped in my inner life
your memory does not invite response
or demand acknowledgement
It washes over me soothingly
in warm waves salty as tears
in elevators and coffee-filled conference rooms
i am litigious
in all but love.
Compost
60005.pngBlood-dark pungent petals
souvenir of our earliest coupling
crack in my fingers, dried and dead
And the newest addition of fallen blossoms
mingle among them in my jar, a potpourri
of wine, orange-red, yellow and pink
all picked lovingly from your final bouquet
and torn from their stems in a child’s game.
I’ll mix them with the white roses and
sweet carnations of a more persistent
love, persevering in the stormiest weather,
fleeing not because he knows too much—
knows more than I about true affection.
The whole jar’s flung wide
out the courtyard window
and the blossoms of all my loves
rain down with the falling leaves of
autumn oak, to be buried
in a common heap.
Malibu
60005.pngI saw a changing woman at the threshold of the sea—
No goddess gold or black or bronze could shake her
mutability
Her tears poured on the pebbles for someone held too close
And from the depths of memory a Lady’s voice arose:
Let’s love with hands open, strong and free
To unlock the doors within doors within doors of
This unfathomed sea.
Fractions
60005.pngI want to cause you a
sharp pain
at the thought of my arms
and legs and lips
around another
Then console you
only with the fact
that it is not one but many—
many because I gave my heart to you
You
took it and broke it into
a million pieces
so that I cannot give
in that one-woman-only way
again
but just in fractions to the masses.
Wanting
60005.pngi want to see another side of sun rise
away from this traffic in toil
where the gains are small
the fears exacting
i want a garden
laid out with all my food
plus irises—a place
where i can talk with myself and see
who on earth i might be
where i can take a virgin canvas
to the clover out back
and paint on her a burning sunset
from the wood behind the house
then, ecstatic, chop the wood
for my Inside Flame—
what a circle i could draw!
play piano for the owls at night—
who would listen better: tell me, who?
writing days, reading nights
from winter into spring
ready for what gifts a season brings
finding no romance, no disgust
in any extreme
but grace on grace, peace to dream—
my Inside Flame burning bright
undampened by these hurried sighs
these busy tears
Are You Awake?
60005.pngYou whose laughter wakes the dead of spirit,
Seeing wonder beneath each rock,
Clutching joy in the minutiae of nature
That we sleepers ignore—
You ask me once more....
Properly awed by the world,
You suck me into your odd seeing,
Until my own senses soar with the Divine
Roar you hear in all that lives,
The marvelous glow that your face gives.
Just when my shoes lift off the ground,
High on our footlooseness,
Grazing lazily on the treetop clouds of our sandbox adventures,
You yank me back to earth,
Tearful blue eyes saying,
"What about the homeless boy,
The old abandoned woman?"
Scatological horrors both animal and human,
Bedsores and bruises—your unsolvable koans where
Everybody loses.
And so we pray; candles burn by night and day.
No half-sighted visionary, you—
No cross-less crown, yours;
Intimate friend of pain, soulmate of suffering,
You who have seen and tasted the bloody sweat of Christ.
But again, in rainbow reason, paradoxically,
Shines from this cloud exuberant glee,
For justice and peace, eyes that see;
But for my own sin a stubborn blindness,
For my own weakness a dogged kindness;
How often I would have corrupted you.
But you, impervious to