G-d and Man

This one night/ Allow my fantasy/ That death/ I will not see

In my youth/ My eyes beheld/ Realities to the millions...

A mystical interpretation of the law of the "beautiful captive"

The following poem was written for my daughter Madison shortly after her birth. Madison was born with Down Syndrome...

Once there was/ A mighty king/ And in all lands of his kingdom/ No man lifted/ Hand nor foot/ Without his say

Solitary and without friend/ Is he/ Therefore/ Every man/ Is his brother

I am learning to bless the splattered coffee stains in the sink, the wet towels on the carpet, the crumpled socks on the bathroom floor.

Ancient stones please talk to me and tell me all about your history. How you've withstood the test of time through terrible attacks and crimes. If only you could speak and tell, the tales of those who upon you fell.

I no longer see A table, a chair, a lamp . . . Only letters do I see

With each breath I take, I hear You whispering: “You are my precious G‑dly soul, sent to Earth anew each day.”