Praying with Fringes 10/02/2105 – The trees are lit from within like Sabbath candles

In the Forest Linda Pastan The trees are lit from within like Sabbath candles before they are snuffed out. Autumn is such a Jewish season, the whole minor key of it. Hear how the wind trembles through the branches, vibrato as notes of cello music. Notice the tarnished coppers and browns, the piles of leaves … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 10/02/2105 – The trees are lit from within like Sabbath candles

Praying with Fringes 02/18/2015 – live in leaves, branches, twigs

It Is Enough Anne Alexander Bingham To know that the atoms of my body will remain to think of them rising through the roots of a great oak to live in leaves, branches, twigs perhaps to feed the crimson peony the blue iris the broccoli or rest on water freeze and thaw with the seasons … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 02/18/2015 – live in leaves, branches, twigs

Praying with Fringes 03/06/2014 – the anarchy of mud and seed

Here in the Time Between Jack Ridl Here in the time between snow and the bud of the rhododendron, we watch the robins, look into the gray, and narrow our view to the patches of wild grasses coming green. The pile of ashes in the fireplace, haphazard sticks on the paths and gardens, leaves tangled … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 03/06/2014 – the anarchy of mud and seed

Praying with Fringes 01/06/2014 – plucking fruits like ripe tokens

In honor of the upcoming "Planting Justice in Palestine/Israel" Tu B'Shvat seder led by Tikkun Olam Chavurah. The poem references Johal, who is a trickster figure in Palestinian folk tales. My Father and the Fig Tree Naomi Shihab Nye For other fruits, my father was indifferent. He'd point at the cherry trees and say, "See … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 01/06/2014 – plucking fruits like ripe tokens

Praying with Fringes 01/05/2014 – and I open my arms

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

Praying with Fringes 12/02/2013 – You must have shadow and light source both

The Trees of Awe Rumi How does part of the world leave the world? How can wetness leave water? Don’t try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire. Don’t wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up. Sometimes it’s in front. Only full, … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/02/2013 – You must have shadow and light source both

Praying with Fringes 11/26/2013 – Have you ever noticed a tree

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,  How beautiful it is?   All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness  There is a poem, there is a song.   Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.   When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with  The music … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/26/2013 – Have you ever noticed a tree