Under the Walnut Tree Lynn Martin When I face what has left my life, I bow. I walk outside into the cold, rain nesting in my hair. All the houses near me have their lights on. Somewhere, there is a deep listening. I stand … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 01/05/2014 – and I open my arms
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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 