Poetry

G‑d, is there a nation on earth who feels the crushing pain of a brother he has never met; feels it throbbing in his head, coursing through his body, aching in his heart...? Who, in a daze, struggles to comprehend, but cannot. Tries to digest the enormity...

With each breath I take, I hear You whispering: “You are my precious G‑dly soul, sent to Earth anew each day.”

Dear friend, You will never know At least not in This World What you did for me We met but for a brief moment On that morning It seemed like an ordinary morning to you But for me, sorry to say It was a time of inner turmoil Of sadness and anguish It felt ...

My thoughts took me anywhere and everywhere except to the words of the prayers. The trouble was, I was forgetting before Whom I stand.

Rusty on the surface I came back to your shoemaker’s shop inside you sit threading through time Adding removing repairing old soles longing to be tied to My purpose I’ll caress your leather skin kiss your jagged lines protruding pain mine is raw like your...

The bricks of Auschwitz I cannot go to Auschwitz I cannot go The narrow red-brown bricks bar me The Auschwitz bricks are iconic, immutable Year after year, decade after decade they stand there, mocking Witnesses to suffering, death I cannot go to Auschwit...

Tu B or not to be never asks the tree (of existential anxiety blissfully free) Not needing to be any creation other than itself (can the same be said for you or me?) Hark, and bark! let us learn from the tree rejoicing in our identity (idiosyncrasies!) Ma...

Before G-d made me, what was I? And how did I arise in His longing? Was I a dash, a smudge, a ray within the sun?

It was a heavy joy That overtook me Took my voice away Stilled the noise And no more was to be heard For quite a time I sat rocking Until the room emptied Until I was alone And quite occupied With the essence Of things. Can a mind be so full It stops In s...

In an old dream My garden clings to the scattered leaves whose colors almost faded their intensity dims in the memory of shame But your eyes stayed open you must have seen your own glory just before the indistinguishable became clear My petrified Eden the...