Falling Fruit
I smelted a silver platter With hands that dug through coal and flame Blistered, blackened, burned Peppered with sterling droplets of molten metal That…
Yitzḥak Goodman writes for Vision Magazine.
I smelted a silver platter With hands that dug through coal and flame Blistered, blackened, burned Peppered with sterling droplets of molten metal That…
I walked beneath a velvet sky The twinkling stars looked down from high When from the corner of my eye I saw a light…
Mere families descended there But millions did leave it, The hardships that we there withstood Did bring the Jews to nationhood When we were…
When Father and Mother were walking due east As they left Egypt’s slavery behind them, The lingering shadows about them took form And the…
On a rooftop Looking down Upon this scene that splits the night Mosaics blue The golden crown A plot of land that blares with…
Can a stream shape a mountain? Rabbi Akiva realized this When he saw the water dripping Dripping On the rock He understood the gentle…
The worst attempt in history To quench the holy fire Where just a very lucky few Slipped through the tight barbed wire We…