Type: Poem

“What if we looked back on every / misery, if not with gratitude, / then with awe?”

“I would lean into the darkness”

“The red-tailed hawk, whose flight is praise / bursts from the sky”

This poem emerged from an exploration of the component words of Kislev: kis (pocket) and lev (heart)

“It isn’t only oil but / The flame of faith that burns”

“Creation happens through the dark”

“We can’t see a seed of light / In the brightness of the day”

“i am the rock that burst open”

“We are here / To find the cracks / At the edges of possibilities”

“Shine to me, stars. / There’s too much light.”