December 13, 2018


This light’s for Hanukkah... for a people who choose to begin our best of days with light. What special Jewish day doesn’t start with a flame?
Divine wisdom, Please show me how To breathe When the smell of hatred Is hot and dank against my cheek Blowing across the country From my
I am different I am unique I am Jewish People think of me as an outsider Because of my religion because of who I am
We are devastated, God, Our hearts are breaking In this time of shock and mourning. The loss is overwhelming. Send comfort and strength, God, 
It started last night when a fly flew at my face and I flinched. I feared. I forgot. 
To turn the page in a book All you need is one hand, A motion like a tiny rainbow.
Soon, they may ask you what you want to be when you grow up.
Sweet Smell of Sacrifice by Hannah Arin
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Just before your very eyes is a garden that will never die. It’s the only thing that ever is, all shapes, all forms, all bits of bits,
Now Mount Sinai was all in smoke, for the LORD had come down upon it in fire; the smoke rose like the smoke of a kiln, and the...
When the sandbox is overturned And the cucumber shoots are heavy with tiny crystals I chant summer summer summer And walk upstairs
We used to pray for rain to come. We had to pray. We had to call out to God and trust; trust that He’d meet our needs.
This cabin in the mountains is exactly halfway between the Zen monastery and the shooting range. Sometimes I hear the echoing pop of a...
It’s impossible for anyone living in the Greater Los Angeles area to forget the terrible fires of a few months ago.
The chick sat in the egg. Walls so soft and pure. His whole wide world, oh, so close and near. He’d simply spend his days, watching the...
Uncle, it’s but a whisper, the echo of your bare feet kissing the ocean floor. The tap of your staff on a cold marble floor.
In every generation Each of us must learn How to look at a stranger And see the beloved. In every generation Each of us must...
The morning sun rises and swipes open your eyes on her way up, up, up across the morning sky. A whole slice of the world has been...
This window frame, it holds my gaze. I wonder, how I might see beyond this pane. See beyond the windless wall, see the leaves when...
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