measure/less by: devon spierhearts halt eyes dry out stomachs lose legs to stand onand mouths ache for words that will not come and as the the motions appear motionless making your self something to eat is revealed to be the kindness your soul starvingly seeks oh go on make your soul a Sandwich else/where/here by: … Continue reading Sampling of Blessings and Ritual Responses to COVID-19
i do not beseech my soul for healing healing is a mask that separates the old from the new and there is nothing that has happened to me that isn’t still happening no i stand (T)here today to beseech my soul for feeling and i wail! (for the unspent hour in the unspent life for spending time … Continue reading “if we are to sing, let us sing to lives of feeling…”
avinu malkeinu lo/low named and nameless name avinu malkeinu who has looked away avinu malkeinu who does not answer avinu malkeinu who gives charitably but without justice not once in kind avinu malkeinu who did not will not and cannot save us avinu malkeinu who is no father ours or mine your name is as … Continue reading Avinu Malkeinu: Petition for New Loyalities
I spent the hour before Shabbat gathering with transmitters of multi-faith migrant justice at the Lights for Liberty: Toronto, Canada vigil. Though I left shortly after my remarks to light candles and welcome Shabbat, it felt necessary to be there in loving affirmation of the strangers caged in camps across the United States and, too, … Continue reading Devon Opens Toronto Lights4Liberty Migrant Freedom Rally
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.
open yourself to all the ways you are closed for the gates only tremble when you close yourself to all the ways you believe you are open. give to others by refusing to give of yourself, for the gates only part when you quiet yourself to receive the expressed need of another and at last, … Continue reading shaarei tefilah or why we ought to turn away from the gates
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.
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.