August 23, 2019

Bells of Thanks

It is said not to trust anyone who tries to change the
Torah to say, “oh, they didn't mean this,” or “I don't have to do

I sit by the players of bells– twinkly ones and ones
that shook more in the earth's emeralds.

I am seated next to the one who plays banging
reactive drum.

and a drone of the harmonium and the beautiful ways the
buttons are pushed and the freedom in doing the bells- she
musically gifted . . . oh, thank G-d.

And they speak chants of another language in trance are
love for G-d and I get to see you on the subway platform!

and “splendor,” I say inside.

Oh, thankfulness I am.

Oh, thankfulness.

because the derech flows and Is river
and dirt road and fenced and sometimes fields . . .

This is gentle advice . . . to not follow any other religion. A
boundary so thin that it is only thankfulness.



Derech is Hebrew for path, or the way