Type: Poem

“Even the angels must bend down, melt the snow in their hands / to smell its sweet fragrance.”

Inspiration for me / as I struggle to build / a space inside my heart / where holiness can dwell.

“Life is a precious jewel…”

“Morning mist makes its presence known…”

“We arrive at Sinai, but we don’t get to stay…”

The first time I heard the voice of the Infinite One // I thought it was a mountain falling.

Vast floods cannot quench love; // rivers cannot drown its life-weaving power.

Only Torah, our tradition teaches, is sweeter than honey, // its aroma and taste more desirable than gold, // its devarim eternal

From sea to shining sea, each one meant to be // blessed, possessed, with life and liberty // But between the premise, the promise, and reality // there exists an abyss of inequality