Type: Poem

“There was nothing in this world or in the others / that could corrupt this perfect garden…”

“Rest within your heart-lines…”

“Come, here, to the hardened heart…”

“I ask myself daily, how can I love myself, the earth, and others into freedom?”

“The Shehekhiyanu is the inhale, the receiving, and the choice to be in awe…”

“And I believe her, / as I march with her colors. / Next time she’ll march with mine…”

“But still, the waves murmur your name…”

“Listen to the still small voice whispering your name…”

“What about welcoming the / stranger, I whisper…”

“And I wish / The fields of Israel’s kalaniot — red poppies — / Were all that were needed to generate peace”