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.
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).
on a crumpled up paper, dug up from the ground you can still make out faint lines that spell a single word, “Av” and our recurring death demands we the great grandparent and great, great aunt and great, great, great uncle-less we, who have replaced our tears with lumps of flesh and dirt who have … Continue reading “If we dig we find that the earth is alive (and us, too)” – J.L. & D.S.
Beyond the plot points of collective memory and a seemingly dark, perpetual mourning, Lie wide open spaces beckoning us to enter. Spaces beyond constrictions, Jeremiads. Jerusalem’s crumbling walls. What exists there is unknown and yet, what is known is there are places to be born. Un-made places in and beyond each of us. Waiting to … Continue reading Finding Creation in Destruction: A Meditation for the Month of Av
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