Michelangelo's Shekhina

It was so wonderful to spend the last moment of Shabbat in community, learning Torah, singing and getting to know the divine in each of those present. To all of those in attendance, thank you for being a part of my first of many. And I am in gratitude to all of those that keep reminding me that I don't need to know every melody and I can ask for help. Shavua Tov!
Here is a taste...
And then the moment comes,
the moment that all lovers fear,
the moment of return, 
return to the seen world.
The searing pain is tangible. 
The lovers cling to each other 
as our melodies beckon shekhina back to us
their arms outstretched, 
trying to maintain their connection 
for the last fleeting moments. 
Their hearts grasping at each other 
trying not to let go 
but their bodies aware that the time has come
as Shekhina’s outstretched arms mimic Michelangelo’s
our melodies attempting to sweeten this moment of deep pain 
God’s anger aroused that Shekhina is forced to leave
We send up reiach nichoach, the pleasing scent of incense 
in an attempt to sweeten it and we sanctify it.
We sanctify this moment of brokenness
We elevate it to a level of holiness. 
So that when Shekhina brings down that light from above-
the light that we cannot see with the eye
the light that shines through cracks,
and brings us our own wholeness. 
It is for this, that she returns, bitteresweet.
For she wishes to remain in the unseen world,
but for us, she lovingly returns.
So that, we can bring her light into the world
through all of our cracks of imperfection.