Type: Poem

“Air raid sirens the only psalms now sung / in this land of too many Gods.”

“No wonder we dance seven circles around the bimah / with our lulav and our etrog and the Torah!”

“As we shake the myrtle, palm, willow, and citron, we are transported to the Land of our People, / breathing in the Source of our People…”

“I hold the torah scroll as it unfurls before my eyes like the red leaves of the burning bush in my yard…”

“Any narrative / Severed at its centre / Cannot withstand / The violence / Of two opposing sides.”

“On Kol Nidre / I went to daven in / Stadttempel, / The sole survivor, / Of the pogroms of death.” 

“There’s so much to ponder / More soul-cloth to launder / Lessons the waters will teach…”

“Surely, our fate’s been sealed by now /  and we’ve seen–for good and ill–“

“Through unknown length of days, we renew our trust in You.”

“…the glow of the Yahrzeit lights / remind us to remember through who / what is important.”