Type: Poem

“Prayer, the sacred blessing where all our limbs can be rewoven / returning us into our whole…”

“Soon, the glory of the divine will appear / so naturally, and so inconspicuously…”

“There is a time to make war, / there is a time to make peace. / In each soul both sing.” Listen to the tune hardest to hear.

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.”