What do I know about myself, let alone about the world that’s gone?
In the yeshiva on the mountainside
We gather to entreat the Lord of all
Early Morning In Elul Villanelle The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Although she’s toothless and her eyes are dim, She sits and waits for the shofar’s call. Around her shoulders a white shawl, Her face sags, her expression grim, The old woman sits at the Western Wall. Across her hands gold bracelets fall, Read more
Sunday wakes up stretching arms and yawning.
There is truly nothing
Heartfelt Teshuva cannot do.
On Tu B’Av maidens dressed in white
borrowed robes with flowers in their hair,
dance in the fields under vines until night.
So…if with children one was blessed
Appreciate them, that may be your test.
A sapling unattended in a
Jerusalem, no more do you cast your light.
No more a pinnacle of joy in men’s eyes,
Your days are drowned with night.
Vagaries, myriad evasive talks, tired animosities. Betrayers linger, forget