Type: Poem

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Return and Renewal

“Life is a precious jewel…”

Elul, God, new year, rosh hashanah

A small stream runs through a park with trees in autumn colors and sunlight filtering through branches.

Greeting the Dawn: Shakharit on a Massachussetts Mountain

“Morning mist makes its presence known…”

morning, nature, Shakharit

Sunlight streams through tree branches, creating bright rays and shadows over a house and yard.

The Season of Fire

“We arrive at Sinai, but we don’t get to stay…”

california, Elul, Sinai, wildfires

Sunset glows through dramatic clouds over a dark mountain valley, creating a striking silhouette.

Listen

The first time I heard the voice of the Infinite One // I thought it was a mountain falling.

change, God, listening, mindfulness

Close-up of a vibrant orange poppy flower with a detailed purple and black center.

My Love is Water

Vast floods cannot quench love; // rivers cannot drown its life-weaving power.

flow, love, power, water

A vivid seascape painting with waves, sandy shore, and three rocky islands under a dramatic purple sky.

So close, ‘devarim,’ words and ‘devorim,’ bees

Only Torah, our tradition teaches, is sweeter than honey, // its aroma and taste more desirable than gold, // its devarim eternal

bees, community, honey, torah

Bees gather on a brown honeycomb structure, some cells empty, with blurred background.

This … is the Gulf of America

From sea to shining sea, each one meant to be // blessed, possessed, with life and liberty // But between the premise, the promise, and reality // there exists an abyss of inequality

America, evil, fascism, inequality

a barbed wire fence stands in front of a torn American flag waving against a gray sky

Ancestor

I reach to you, stumbling // on stones, on translations.

ancestors, nature, song

Abstract watercolor art with colorful shapes, outlines of hands, and scattered leaf-like elements on a white background.

One day it was all too much, // the princely façade cracked at the sight // Of overseers doing what they really do // when no one is looking. // The lash laid fiery welts along the back of a slave // And Moses felt the burn.