Type: Poem

“Dear God of Open-All-Night, / if I may be so familiar…”

“We sing Your praises / In shimmering letters…”

A person poem told from Vashti’s perspective

“Find the threads of connection and tie them to the edges of your self – call them tzitzit.” 

“And every year we lift our voice To celebrate, to laugh, and to rejoice!”

“Charlotte’s story is not a tragedy / Neither is mine…”

“We are Moses on the mountain begging to behold a Presence…”

“Then how Aaron cradles the blossom for you…”

“And on another side, / children whose names the world never learned, / mothers who died calling for their babies, / fathers buried beneath silence.”

“One day, maybe, the Kaddish won’t scrape my throat raw…”