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The Jewish Year
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
Teshuvah is listed as one of seven things created before the universe because without it the universe could not endure.
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.
Jerusalem, no more do you cast your light.
No more a pinnacle of joy in men’s eyes,
Your days are drowned with night.
Illusion ceases to play its game when you can grab it. Its whole power lies in its inability to be grasped.
Entertainment picks beckon
The taste suddenly ashen
Why It’s Still Burning They were walking in front of me, On the way to shul. They were all dressed up, Heeding each fashion rule. I could just imagine Their kind of talk. All the latest gossip Would take up their walk. Undoubtedly judging others, like: “That one could use tips!” Divrei Torah? Far from Read more
Layers of soot and smoldering ash coat every alley.