Type: Poem

“This is the first year I thought, how old were those children?”

“Where is the waiting Nachshon, Prince of the tribe of Judah / who jumps into the swirling sea…”

“All of the marriages, promises all the lives and deaths behind us all the way back to the Red Sea’s crossing…”

“That frog, / that inconsequential, modest frog, / held our fate in its webbed feet…”

“Now, your breath is within me. / And Kaddish is like a love letter.” 

“May we all remember the story we tell / about Your creation / on this holy Tuesday…”

“I want to be carried into a deep, deep salty sea of sound, rhythm, in tune with oceanic harmonies…”

“Peace for my Muslim cousins / Is peace for my Jewish siblings…”