Every year, our sages taught, with the cry of the shofar, the entire universe is reborn.
And so, at that time, with our resolutions and our prayers, we hold an awesome power: To determine what sort of child this newborn year shall be—how it will take its first breaths, how it will struggle to its feet, and how it will carry us through life for the twelve months to come.
In truth, it is not only once a year. At every new moon, in a smaller way, all life is renewed again.
And so too, every morning, we are all reborn from a nighttime taste of death.
And at every moment—in the smallest increment of time—every particle of the universe is projected into being out of absolute nothingness, as it was at the very beginning.
Which is why there is always hope. Because at every moment, life is born anew. And we are the masters of how this new moment will be born.
Time is the circle and each year is its radius.
Which grows when the cycle meets its beginning again. Within the infinite circle of God, the dimensions of time. Having as a timer the cycles of the moon.
Beginning, center and radius of every circle in the Universe is the breath of God.
In our life the circle that grows every year every breath reminds us that in the center of our soul, beginning and end, the reason for our existence, is our Creator.