The foaming, frothing sea, gleams in the light cast upon us, safe on the lee of the Angel, standing fast against the army of Mitzraim. Behind me, towers the pillar of cloud, obscuring the bowers where the enemy is shrouded in the darkness of night. There is only one way for us to pursue, inContinue reading “Divine Pillar”
What shall I do for amusement? For my muse has disappeared, and, I fear life would be too drear, without a trace of divinity to guide me along the way. —– —– —– Muse of all Muses, Our Muse in Heaven, smile upon me when I frown.
The menorah lights, too soon burn down to the wicks; watching in silence. I gather my prayers and intentions, for a life that will transcend the darkness of the past. Every Chanukah now is bittersweet, as it seems that hope is as fragile as the last moments of the candles flickering flames, before the wicksContinue reading “Silent Light”
Greatly more than seven times forty-nine,I seek to praise Your abiding ubietyin my life, and your Sinai promise,that keeps my eyes on the skies;until my head is in the clouds,and my feet lift off the earth,when You redeem all of Your people.
An unmeasured amount of blessings, found within these two leather boxes; a treasure beyond compare to things, discarded after wear & tear, and disuse. My tefillin contain the keys to life, divinely-inspired words for my heart, to contemplate, while setting aside strife; and permit my soul to regain its art. These pearls of lasting value,Continue reading “heirloom”
chirping away now,before dawn, as sun rises;smoke detector’s power low,until I reach on toes,to turn off this would be omen.
On ancient roads, ages ago,solemn procession gives way,to joyous song as we approachJerusalem in all of her splendor.Festivities abound in preparationfor the Season of our Joy,(not like the fairs of the world);waving palm fronds at the Kotel.
By Your light, may we see light. Psalm 36:10 A wistful evening, as I reflect upon past Thanksgivings; a blend of events and images would stream by, if I were able to place these within the framework of a lens, montage footage, spanning twenty-five years. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ Thanksgiving dinner on Gabriola Island, where I livedContinue reading “Memory Lane”
Scarce clouds in the sky today, wisping across a blue canvas. A glint of light upon a metallic object, that passes into a lone cumulus. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ From my vantage point in a sailboat, alone on the lake at summer camp, the object remains hidden within the cloud; it does not reappear onContinue reading “Clouds”
An extreme shift. A return to center is nowhere in sight. No balancing act to bring us back from careening too far. ~~~~~ ~~~~~ I will transcend the divide, and keep my eyes on the prize Above, while my feet are placed firmly on the ground.