It used to be The ones who lived close In one’s village Near one’s farm Who used the same well These were one’s neighbors The others The strangers The different The frightening The not to be...
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How easy to be Pharaoh Merely Look At the Other Repeat the magic words He is less than I Why She is not Even Human Those Other folks They Are not The same As us We are Special Because they Are not The same...
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The High Priest’s garments, a robe of purest blue, Golden bells along the hem, Graven lapis with the symbols of the tribes, How pure the priest How fine. A fringed tunic of purest linen, The finest yarns of...
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A poem for Steve Silvern and inspired by a reading of Hasidic texts on Yom Kippur I am a shuttered lantern My shutter Closed Frozen Rusted Shut Stuck Frozen By the coldness of my heart Rusted by tears Mine...
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A sermon preached on Rosh HaShanah Evening, September 4, 2013 This is the birthday of the world. Among other things, this day, Rosh HaShanah, is the commemoration of the creation of the world by G-D. One does...
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I drive through town Going to my office Catching up on what was not done This past silent Friday The trees on the roadside In yards I pass Heavy with blossoms Purple Pink White The Easter flowers leave their...
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For Sandi Cohen, who asks difficult questions We ask What is the mask you wear? What is the mask I wear, What is the mask we show , Only each to herself. The scholar said, We never show our face To another...
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