Type: Poem

“My path is not a straight line / but rather an ever evolving circle…”

“I am the Jew / I am a shofar  Calling to the world.”

Lesléa Newman uses the sestina form to capture her grief.

“Under the cover of darkness, the night is still / pulsating with possibilities…”

“I hear the wind rustling through the trees…”

“With all our troubles and our pain, at least we still have the rain…”

“So now You’re headed out-of-town, like some will-o’-the-wisp / to locate some new folks, perhaps, and begin In the beginning, all over again…”

“She dresses in brightest yellow, re-awakening us to a dazzling glimpse of Her love…”

“Together we will recite / the only prayer this New Year; / the prayer home.”

“What else can we do/Expect hold to the promise / That we will be met / Beyond the gates, / In the field, / By love?”