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