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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

For Herschel (z"l)

He straddled continents
and countries
and oceans
and time,

With clear eyes
and big dreams
and whispered hopes
of change
and tradition.

He was last.
He was first,
and strode through centuries
Seeing the turn of revolutions,
the flare of war
the startlement of peace;
Witnessing the birth of nations
and the death of ideals.

He found eternity
in the eyes of his children
And grace
in the heart of his bride
And God
in sweet wine
and gentle flickerflames
and sun-kissed horizons
of sacred nights
and holy days.

Holy, holy, holy.

Zichrono liv'racha
May his memory be for a blessing