A Miracle In A Moment?

I suspect this Rosh HaShanah,
Like all too many before,
Will find me seated in shul,
Bored.

There have been those very
Rare exceptions — a new place,
A new hazzan, a new rabbi, a new
Moment

The rare, sometimes sad, exception.
Mostly though  long services,
Arcane liturgy, the ups-and-downs, leave me
Bored.

Not completely, I should note, for if
So, if always bored, I’d not show 
Up at all, not even for the illuminating
Moment.

I’ll go to shul, and settle in my seat
And wait, hope, pray for some
Little fragment to create a little wonder for a
Moment.

Perhaps a tune, or some quip,
An aside, maybe even some else’s
Gasp, awaiting a surprise, a moment’s
Shock.

My attention claimed in the moment;
I’ll  push aside the bored and recall
My great privilege to simply be there and
Here.

On Rosh HaShanah morning, I’ll be in 
A room with some who pay attention,
And others bored, and my thoughts
Wandering

And I’ll sing along; noting 
The miracle that we are all just
There, and here, and in this 
Antique rite the bored are bonded
To the past, and aching for the future:
The new day, the new year, perhaps 
The promised new world:
A world, finally, full of 
Wholeness of Being. 
Praying for
The miracle, a miracle, that 
The Infinite One’s endless 
And undeserved steadfast
Love mercy kindness will be
Bestowed on both the bored and
The attentive in the congregations
Of Israel.
And I hope sometime along the way,
I might actually grasp the idea
Myself.
I hope to God.