Type: Poem

“She had become a / living, breathing tabernacle…”

“Only one thing have we shown: we will destroy this world if you let it…”

“Sometimes I want to weep for the loss of so many…”

“Return is always possible.”

“With kindness, hope and strength Trusting in your process / May your insights become clear / Lifting you back to Divine Wisdom…”

“In the ripeness of the Ingathering, take of the seven species. / Shoulder your basket, golden or willow-green.”

“Turn and stretch yourself towards your fellow creatures, /animal or human…”

“A fiery serpent / reproaching me for slithering away / from atoning for my transgressions?”

“Let breath be the bridge from despair to hope…”

A powerful poem, remembering those whose lives were lost on October 7th