
Photo: Atara Katz
There is one way to go
‘Cross life’s streams
As it were:
Take the dare
Stay aware
Fingers crossed
Everywhere.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Atara Katz
There is one way to go
‘Cross life’s streams
As it were:
Take the dare
Stay aware
Fingers crossed
Everywhere.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Amitai Asif
This photo of an ancient synagogue in the Golan in Israel brings up both the frailty and sturdiness of history. The Jewish house of worship in the photo is many centuries old. It reflects millennia of Jewish connection to the area, along with the realities of wars, destruction, exile, division, and battles over God and faith, righteousness and identity … All of which continue to this day … in many faiths and identifications … all over the world.
I look at this photo and where some might see ruins, I see times of destruction and times of rebuilding. I see a testament to time’s eternal light. I feel awe at the masonry and workmanship, at the symmetry and the human stories these walls had seen, heard, lived, know. People have gathered to worship communally in this synagogue, as humans of all faiths had gathered in places of worship around the world before and since. At its core, a house of worship – be it made of bricks, wood, stone, or out in open nature; whether it praises one God or the many deities of spirituality – holds the potential to bring people closer together and closer to appreciating creation and the need for compassion and gratitude.
Geography shifts, empires shuffle people around, greed blinds, circumstances and propaganda preach division (and sometimes even hate and violence), but at its very foundation, humanity withstands, faith remains, hope endures.
May we build on strength and community. May our foundations always hold true and strong.

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Knit the yarn
Click and purl
Weave and braid
Loop and curl
Blanket beds
Shelter heads
From the cold
Up ahead.
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Photo credit: Vito Perrini
May the percussion of your heart
Beat not staccato in your core
But breathe legato in your soul
To sing vibrato to your whole.
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Photo: Inbar Asif
Clutch today
With both hands
Hold on well
Live with heart.
It is one
Of a kind
And will soon
Sail right past
As the hours
Melt light
And the sunset
Departs.
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Photo: A. Asif
Do not feed the gremlins,
The worries
The woes
Do not feed the problems,
The myriad of “No”s.
Feed instead shoots of hope
Tender hearts
Ways to cope,
Feed the thanks
And the kindness,
Feed the soul
Evermore
With all things
Grateful
For.
11/27/2017 Update: This poem has been put into music by the talented composer Maggie Bell. Enjoy!
For The Daily Post

Photo: Inbar Asif
Have mercy
For those who have not
For those who don’t know how
And weren’t taught.
Have mercy
For your own lost corners
Where the words of others
Might’ve carved a hole
That is yet to get darned
And still exacts a toll.
Have mercy
For your
Need to hope
You’d make your
Spirit
Whole.
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda, Central Park
The moment where the seasons
Shift.
The transmutation
Of the summer
Into fall
Already final
Even if not
Entirely
Complete.
For The Phoneography Challenge
The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment become a place one is pushed out of or needs to run away from. The connection felt even more apt with how the holidays bring up for so many the very realities and stories of a home (or lack thereof).
“Apples in Applath” is a work of fiction, yet very real children do fall victim to policies and realities not of their choice or making. Also real is that what makes a home or family is not always immediately obvious; and that hope and wariness, need and conscience, often compete inside one’s soul as one seeks a safe space to call home.
I’m very excited for “Apples in Applath” – my fourth book and third novel. I hope you’ll check it out and share it with others who may find an interest. I hope that it may find a home in yours.
Even more so, my wish for you — and for all who are or once were children — is that you’ll always have a safe nest to call home.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Amitai Asif
There is sludge
That won’t budge
There is gumming of parts
So the muck
Becomes stuck
As so many now fudge
And prefer to hold grudge
‘Stead of clearing the gunk
Of those who claim truth is junk
Who treat lies
As their prize
And demise
As new highs.
For The Daily Post
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