Topic Tags: Israel

“How do we choose who will live or who will die, what measure do we use / to free them and ourselves from this nightmare…”

“How can a body survive so much spilled blood?”

“As Eccesiastics cracked open / the chests of us all / as we watched Sukkot burn…”

“Blessed are You, Creator of the Universe, who frees the bound.”

“The hills of Judea howl with anger. My heart burns like the end of a match…”

“She’s 19 years old, / younger than my children, / older than my grandchildren: Noa Marciano…”

“Can we fill ourselves with breath / of kindness, breath of calm?”

This poem is dedicated to dedicated to Vivian Silver, z”l, and her vision for peace

A poem marking the 40th day of fighting after the attacks on October 7th.

“sparking hope / for a engulfing glow to illuminate all peoples / through love…”