Type: Poem

“Elul is a bridge crossed in the fullness of summer, a path we begin to clear toward our imagined future.”

“We take a breath / in silence and then / a shofar blower / pierces the summer night / with a wailing cry for justice, for wholeness, for redemption / and release.”

“The day we create / The soul in mercy returned / The heart, even so, / forgiving and forgiven”

“My viscera / cannot distinguish / between the extinguishing / of one life in particular…”

“I am offered no mask, no armor, only a ticket and the instruction to keep walking…”

“Hineni – struggling to envision even  a “fragile peace” with true justice for all peoples…”

“a gift from ancestors who belonged from the outside / who left destroyed shtetls in Russia, in Poland…”

” “Words. Waiting / for souls to emerge / chiseled and clean.”

“But the gift of The Waste Land seemed sincere…”

“I want to tell you that I never knew they hated us this much, still! Today is the 250th anniversary of America / I want to know when you knew it was time to leave Russia…”