who knew we were standing in the shadow of buildings this whole time some of us even forgot the sky. how remembrance must be earthly straight there in front of us and yet, heaven-facing, always beyond us.
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.
Love is not the possession of commandments stone Or a lover's banner dangling pleasingly upon the skin But, the moment after the last song is sung and all the wine has all been drunk. When only woundedness And the revelation of a prolonged aching keep us company. Love lives here. Unmasking and detaching And for … Continue reading love on the edge of stones and bitterness
and woman is a bird who arrives at the end carrying us to a new beginning (we thought we were torn, like paper, but really, we were making room for our wings).
kindness does not enter the house newly built, with wet paint still, white picket fences and the softness of chimes rocking little children to bed. rather, kindness enters the house whose baseboards have broken, whose wallpaper is yellowed and faded and whose roof is one small crack from the ruin of caving in. kindness billows … Continue reading Omer, Day 43: Love of Sovereignty
What of our lives, when our brother's blood cries out from the ground? Do we remain clean-shaven? A peaceful shepherd? Or do we spend our days, "few and evil," trying ceaselessly to steal what was never ours to claim? As we prepare to trace the world's beginnings, may we choose life. As we greet the … Continue reading Choose Life: A Slichot Blessing