The Soul Rests Elsewhere
byHome is where the heart is, I think they say. Yet where the soul rests, Seems to me more likely. What am I –…
Home is where the heart is, I think they say. Yet where the soul rests, Seems to me more likely. What am I –…
It’s refreshing to see that a Jewish writer in the United States is still willing to ask questions that many mistakenly think to have long been settled.
The blind man wanders the streets with no route to follow. He thinks out loud, what a wonderful site! The blind man has only…
You will not draw us home From the fleshpots of exile With talk of miracles, “A nation risen from the dust” What is it…
I see the sky radiating, crisp to the eyeThe birds circling about, the children passing by.I hear the chants of days of yore, the…
Sometimes I think our lives resemble an hourglass And the Holy One pours into them – time Like water from a pipe Where it…
Eat up, they tell me as they place before me sumptuous dishes chicken freshly plucked from the frozen section pre-sliced vegetables cut into exotic…
What is Strife? It appears to be that action, or that moment, that causes everything to disappear. One moment, and you wither away; your…
They tell me the stories of previous years The blackness and ashes left behind, The sheer inhumanity moves me to tears And yet –…
When our nation wandered in the wilderness a strange enemy drew near cloaked in Amalekite garb but they spoke the Canaanite tongue a language…
Holy, Holy, Holy Is our King. He reigns Supreme, Lofty on His Throne. His People flock, they run To where you may ask? To…
“I stand with Israel” you proclaim From a million miles across the sea As rockets rain down over my head “I stand with Israel”…