A Â poem about lovers and the Tower of Babel
I have a voice but too often my voice has not been heeded
All I can do is stand here planted at the shores of the sea.
In the midst of wailing…a pause for creating
No is the one who left the buildingÂ
What is there to praise?
We are part of a hidden community
I saw the ocean unfolding. But really it was Torah
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