Topic Tags: torah

“And I mourn for you, / I cry, oh soul ancestor.”

“And still, here we are again / clutching to an ancient book / that has traveled through time / from bitterness to joy…”

“My fingers reached out, / my heart longed…”

“In the ripeness of the Ingathering, take of the seven species. / Shoulder your basket, golden or willow-green.”

“Then the unbroken rush of praise exhaled…”

“We will collect ourselves; / We will gather in; / We will reassemble…”

“There is a tree somewhere, so they say. / And that tree has its roots in a culture / that spreads back millennia.”

“Abraham sat all night with the body of his beloved that he bathed tenderly…”

In re-encountering Torah every year, we get the joy of meeting up with beloved places and dear old friends.

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