G-d and Man

In my youth/ My eyes beheld/ Realities to the millions...

This one night/ Allow my fantasy/ That death/ I will not see

A mystical interpretation of the law of the "beautiful captive"

Once there was/ A mighty king/ And in all lands of his kingdom/ No man lifted/ Hand nor foot/ Without his say

Solitary and without friend/ Is he/ Therefore/ Every man/ Is his brother

The following poem was written for my daughter Madison shortly after her birth. Madison was born with Down Syndrome...

I am learning to bless the splattered coffee stains in the sink, the wet towels on the carpet, the crumpled socks on the bathroom floor.

I no longer see A table, a chair, a lamp... Only letters do I see

Ancient stones please talk to me and tell me all about your history. How you've withstood the test of time through terrible attacks and crimes. If only you could speak and tell, the tales of those who upon you fell.