Type: Poem

“Hers is the only festival empowered to span two moons.”

“The candles glow, tender, bright, something like your presence in my heart.”

“Backwards we are telling the story the prophet Elijah standing on the street corner”

“In times of hatred, / let there be light. / In times of fear,    let there be light…”

“This small blue box, / four inches tall, / holds forty-four candles.”

“Create new homes / And save the old ones. / Light candles, Now.”

‘Rain does its Glasgow thing, / a mikveh in droplets.”

“May all the contracted thoughts and obstacles, all the aversions, the wrestling and judgements cease…”

“Still moments of fragrant chill, / crunch of golden leaves / call us to inner landscape…”