Type: Poem

“I almost giggle when I find myself whispering / a long-forgotten prayer.”

Don’t fret about terms, / she croons. / Just watch the squirrels

Hear, O Israel / the prayer was dance / Adonai Eloheinu / there were no pews

what does ethereal mean / when is the pool open for lap swimming / what’s happening in the middle east

As I bend / hanging laundry on the drying rack / my back twinges    but just a little

You glimmer in my rearview mirror Quick look, there’s no one in the / back of the car. Yet, / you

To love an idea can be quite quite / satisfying but only the body, beloved, / is holy, holy, holy.

“Every step along the way is it’s own journey…”

“We do not want to choose whose child will live and whose will die.”

Those they call vile things / are an homage / to Her beauty