Type: Poem

“This small blue box, / four inches tall, / holds forty-four candles.”

“Create new homes / And save the old ones. / Light candles, Now.”

‘Rain does its Glasgow thing, / a mikveh in droplets.”

“May all the contracted thoughts and obstacles, all the aversions, the wrestling and judgements cease…”

“Still moments of fragrant chill, / crunch of golden leaves / call us to inner landscape…”

“The hidden sparks / That are released / When I dare / To listen To dance / in your arms”

“You are not Bitter, / And you shrug the name away. / You do not complain.” You simply are.

“…Shekhinah can shine in nature and maintain Her omnipresence.”

“What do we do / with these yellow ribbons / tied to the memory / of October 7th?”

“may those returning home / find comfort in the permeance / of rebuilding and reaping”