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“The Red Tent,” a song

Chorus:

In the Red Tent (2x)

I’m sitting with my sisters in the Red Tent.

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It’s the tent of compassion

Harmony and song,

Dancing and singing

We all get along;

It’s the tent of schmoozing

Rhythm and rhyme,

Ancestor magic

Time out of time.

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Chorus:

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It’s the tent of connection

Mothers, daughters and friends,

Holding up each other

With support and wisdom;

A shoulder to lean on

A hug when we cry,

Finding our light

In each other’s eyes.

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Chorus:

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It’s the tent of desire

And our vision of love,

Where pain is suspended

On the wings of a dove;

We fly with the music

Set our souls free

Sisters with the power

of what we can be.

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Chorus:

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From the deepest night

to the dawn of the day,

Keepers of the flame

Circle to pray;

A carpet of longing

Hope in our lap,

Hearth of hospitality

We open the flaps.

“The Red Tent” © Rabbi Geela Rayzel Raphael. September 2007. Dedicated to Jill Hammer, Holly Taya Shere and the Kohenet sisters. http://www.shechinah.com

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Tidal Call

 By Bethany Webster

Drops of blood into water

She watches the slow dark lines

Billow and squiggle as they fall.

Thin lines expand outward

In a slow, verticle drop

Revealing striations and curves in the clear space.

Gravity pulls down the ancient thread back towards

The earth’s molten core

Like a nostalgic memory it wants to relive

An intensified longing for reunion

The moon’s call is so strong that it lifts the water

From the earth, pulling waves toward it in space.

The waves respond, temporarily resisting gravity’s beckoning

And reach into the air to the silver orb.

The tension between earth and moon moves the oceans in a silent harmonious chord.

The oceans and women’s bodies know the same tidal call

Know the same tension that lifts and pulls

That suspends and plummets.

A timeless mystery that is present in all places when

Something stirs inside a silent egg.

© 2012 Bethany Webster

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