Type: Poem

“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.”

“Let none be taken by war, by flood, by famine, by fire…”

“each time I deny I own it— I own it” 

“Stuck in claims of blessings and curses,  What are we afraid of? “