Type: Poem

“With not a word being said, / I accepted my title of dove.”

“I ignite a match and think of our ancestors / as though they were just upstairs…” 

“We were Jewish, we didn’t believe yet still so enthusiastic to receive…”

“The names go on and on, / the rabbi’s voice unwavering…”

“Reclaim the holy. Prove it again, one bright flame at a time, one more memory of why we do this.”

“May there never again be war.  Wasn’t war  lifetimes ago? Who wants war?” 

“This is when / enormous red warmths / reply to November wind. “

“Soft layers of quiet are my dowry…”

A teaching and prayerful poem about the gift of waking up each day.

“I hear spirits of our human longing ascend to sing…”