Praying with Fringes 02/20/2015 – You are the mirror of our souls

Mourner’s Kaddish (a sound transliteration) Elliott batTzedek So often am I lost, yet through the pall, yet through the tarnish, show me the way back, through my betrayals, my dismay, my heart’s leak, my mind’s sway, eyes’ broken glow, groan of the soul—which convey all that isn’t real, for every soul to These Hands careen. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/20/2015 – You are the mirror of our souls

Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather

[This is what was bequeathed to us] Gregory Orr This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks. No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/05/2013 – this bank on which the living gather