Type: Poem

“The silent air before it is blown into sound inside the horn of a beast…”

“the door will open, / the Shekhinah and her entourage of angels / will enter our temple in time.”

“How do you steer this thing? / Which end is helm and which is the stern?”

“In Hebrew, shakan, dwelling place, often referred to a royal residence. / The rabbis gave it a feminine ending: Shekhinah. Divine mother.”

A poem about the gift of Torah and the covenant between the poet and God.

A reminder of our covenant with the Source of Life.

A poem on the inconsistency of time passing.

A poem for the new moon.