I live in the spaces of transition.
I move with the flow of events
And the restlessness of these days.
Sometimes I have to keep moving.
Sometimes I’m able to honour the urge to be still.
Sometimes I am quiet.
Recently, I have begun to sing, again.
Sometimes I feel I live in community.
Sometimes I wonder when will the tearing be mended?
Sometimes I well up in sheer gratitude
For davenening with people I am getting to know.
Sometimes I want to weep for the loss of so many
After the bomb went off around the Jewish world.
It’s been almost one year
And my new home
Is now being built.
