my religion is not outrage but the flower that blooms in the wintertime knowing that all distance and disdain are a passing and that night gives birth to us in the presence of stars.
how the earth became a home
i was taught to bend like a reed but was planted here, stiff and unmoved like a cedar and from this slanted soul, jewish worlds did split pulling all the inhabitants, unbearably, apart until all that was left was the destruction and the moaning. but then, in came beauty that withstood being ugly and from … Continue reading how the earth became a home
the trenches were empty now and between loss and limb, an otherworldly whisper- “the warzone you have been fighting in is, willfully, a pasture” and from the blood-soaked battlefield, plants enough to outlive even death.
Revealing Torah, Revealing Me: A Prayer for Shavuot
Before there was Torah There was thunder. Lightning. The sound of a horn beating. A mountain and smoke billowing. People trembling. The Word arose from sight and sound. To receive Torah was a moment. But what of the moment prior? In which our senses and primal feelings Called out to G-d above. Wanting to stay at … Continue reading Revealing Torah, Revealing Me: A Prayer for Shavuot