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
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Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white
Shoveling Snow Kirsten Dierking If day after day I was caught inside this muffle and hush I would notice how birches move with a lovely hum of spirits, how falling snow is a privacy warm as the space for sleeping, how radiant snow is a dream like leaving behind the body and rising into that … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/13/2013 – in tangled script against the white
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
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 