Type: Poem

This powerful poem takes us into Sarah’s inner world.

“We’ve escaped Chicago’s winter glad to take in Tucson Sun / as he paints the mountains / in unending displays of shapes…”

“And the darkness of evening becomes the light of Shabbat…”

“Instead of color and shape and symbols or frame / I ponder what is holy…”

“I, my child, / will never tire / of bringing you / morning worm…”

“The child / had suckled my breast, but / would call another mother.”

“Each breath a prayer. Each breath a Hope.”

“Imagine Moses / leading the slaves out of Egypt on Zoom…”

The text is taken completely from the source, but arranged as a found poem.

“I feel whole for having finally embraced / those living waters and the Jewish people and / myself.”