Has the moon ever followed you home? Alone Has anyone ever loved you when you were naked Vulnerable No fillers No filters When you needed an eraser A do-over When the stars were not visible And you heard no truth To their voice To their love For You? Is there anyone in your life who... Continue Reading →
A contemplative song of Tekoa: Who has been there for me? You, oh King of righteousness. Who has seen and counted my tears? You, oh, compassionate One. Who has held me in the night and strengthened my bones? Who has known my heart of sorrow and sent a newborn fawn--when the morning birds sang louder... Continue Reading →
"who shakes the earth from its place until its pillars tremble" (Job 9:6). The earth Staggers like a drunkard. Our hearts ache like an abscessed tooth Long sighing for the youth Breathing becomes noticeable. As if we have been unaware until now That we have Breath from Above The Ruach in our lungs But... Continue Reading →
I am Something A human soul Growing old No longer standing up straight But in my younger days, I turned my face toward the sun Now I’m bowing my head like wheat An aged sunflower drinking in the heat One that’s had her day to dance One that used to have a bright yellow Vibrance... Continue Reading →
I feel like nothing A blob A splatter of ink evaporated Less than a piece of dryer lint Nonexistent Hypnotized by nothing A senseless meme An appendage with a screen No ability to sing Or scream Or cry or pray Or dance Or swear Or see Or hear Or heal No zeal No perspiration... Continue Reading →
To the tune of Adele, Go Easy on me: There is gold in His rivers They’ve been flowing through Bereshit forever I know there is hope in the healing Pishon waters I must bring myself to swim and be mikvehed in There’s no drowning in silence with Yeshua Messiah Oh, let me in! Flow easy... Continue Reading →
I found the poem at the end of this blog in an old email or note box on my phone. It was jotted down in September of 2019, and it's a beach poem I wrote while visiting Florida. Now we are here. So strange to read it and remember the journey of how it happened.... Continue Reading →
He said, "Gram's, I picked this for you." One small outstretched hand held one dandelion that had seen better days. No longer green-- Its golden petals were now full of white powdered seeds. "Do you want me to blow it," he said, with large three-year-old eyes that still see the wonder of God's creation.... Continue Reading →
Ruth speaks: Won’t you cover me? Boaz cover your רות with your skirts. Even if it hurts. Heavenly blue. 613 blossoms that bloom. Won’t your Ruth cover you? As your etzer Kenegdo. Can you spread your garment over me? And clothe me in dignity? Wrap me in your strength, And guard me from... Continue Reading →
I found this poem from last year and wanted to post it. Maybe you have felt the same things at times? I gathered all my strength and tried to raise up from the ashes. I held ashes in my hands and raised them up to Him "Here, take these ashes-- I screamed!" "Give me beauty,"... Continue Reading →
It hung there like a branch on a tree. The color? It was more of a brown, Like shoe leather and cream with orbs of splattered sunlight. The timeworn camera had captured a split second of special. We would call it a black and white photo today, but to suggest it had a quality of... Continue Reading →
They were unpromising Words grated like cheese. Words reduced to small shreds. Words strung like pasta. Tossed like a salad Thrown together with a pinch of thyme And oregano The other morsels were small. Irritants Acidic Tomatoes, garlic, and onions Barely noticeable to the tall ones Their necks stretched out in the clouds. They see... Continue Reading →
Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still, the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers,... Continue Reading →
"There's always a time to shine," she said, curling her bottom lip."You need to let the light shoot out of your hair like cracked eggshells covered in glistening white yolks." Sparkles. I pictured her hair standing up all over her head, illuminated and glistened like the moon draped over an armchair or a starfish on... Continue Reading →
I am not sure when I started writing this poem or why or whose kitchen I stood in, but possibly it will help us think more about words. Ironically when I was finished, it had a word count of 1,000. I know with social media and texting, we often take words wrong or quickly respond... Continue Reading →
I thought of a word to describe you. Comfortable Like a much-traveled shoe A blanket worn and soft A tree with old bark A coffee cup stained The coziness of a tattered chair The bare path much traveled upon Openly frank and unpredictable, yet predictable in every way Comfortable A rainy Monday splattered on a... Continue Reading →
I have three sons of Spirit, Sons of lightning, sons of fame. I have three sons who live in a box on the corner begging for change. They play trashcan drums and acoustic guitars. They sing in the churches, and they sing in the bars. They rise sturdy with strength like Samson. They have arms... Continue Reading →