Type: Poem

The poet frames the loss of life in Israel and in Gaze with this powerful liturgy

“Sweet, viscous, and dripping off an apple…”

“I place colors on flat surface during war – a break / from the news, from the story.”

“Please grant us clarity and wisdom and heal our bodies, minds and hearts, / for we are filled with confusion and suffering.”

“I too am living my autumn…”

“I take it off when I get to the parking lot / and hide my Star of David, / cover my Hebrew tattoo…”

“Engage with those who believe in the blessings of Love and Life…”

“So God created the dawn, painting peaks of blues and purples to the warmth of the black.”