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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.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Shofar's Voice

What is the voice
of the shofar?
I hear its call.
It resonates
somewhere deep
in my bones,
in my blood,
that flows through
my body,
Through my fingers
and heart and
my arms that have
Known weight
and tenderness
and empty
and weary.
And I carry its sound


In the broken notes
that stutter,
Resounding
in the still air
That shatters my
complacency.


For a moment,
For an endless moment,
That is the voice:
When my steps
Stutter
and are caught
And I hear.