Saturday, February 27, 2021



                               So I call on your name

                               knowing you will answer





We talk

First you

Then me

I ask you how you doing

And you tell me about how you got a traffic ticket

I ask if you can get it fixed

You answer about your uncle joe

who  knows someone 

in the precinct

near Katz’s delicatessen 

named  Bernie

He’s always got some cow blood

on his apron

I ask you

about your bunions 

and if you cut a hole in your sneaker like I told you’

it don’t hurt so much

You’re a mensch

Not like God

Too busy to answer when I ask

Four years ago I asked a Butch

For my  cousin’s daughter Zipporah

The one who has acne

Did God answer

Not yet

God takes Godtime

Could be years

until  God gets to your letter

Maybe God’s doing a needlepoint

for God’s favorite angel

A guy with a name twisted like a pretzel



We know about time

Sunday, January 17, 2021

May It Be So



Psalm 15

I remember the friend who taught

small hands how to create cookies

with M&Ms eyes

one orange candy corn nose

a strip of red licorice 

with turned up ends

And the person on a subway train

who led a car filled with 

people hanging on straps

in a singing of popular songs

while the car stood at a stand still

in  a dark tunnel of tracks

Imagine if you and I

If all of us could step

beyond our own shadows

and walk toward light

sprinkling seeds

into a waiting soil                

Saturday, December 12, 2020

I Will Wait andListen

Did You listen when I prayed

Did You hear my words 

Perhaps I asked in plain speech

and  You wanted sounds leavened 

with metaphors and tears

My heart carried plaintive sounds,

my words held fragments of a narrative 

My daughter, I said, stopped talking to me

when I spoke of loving a woman 

She left no space to speak

I prayed and asked for help—

Year after year I spoke and you remained

cloistered, silent and withdrawn

Were you testing my resolve

Now years beyond 

my first request

a doorway opened

and we shared words

—syllables exchanged between strangers

Now I pray for a bridge 

to span the divide

I will wait and listen

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Two Sides to Words

 Psalm 12

Two Sides to Words

When lies intrude

displacing truths

with fabrications

a collision exists

between words 

that ferment unease 

and words that cross boundaries

to smooth rough places 

to offer hope 

When people speak with hollow words 

with words of derision

with words that spew unrest 

Adonai looks upon his gift 

of language—mangled, distorted 

by supple tongues and shorn of love 

and seeks those who use words 

to bless, to love 

to embrace

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Wandering on a Möbius

 Psalm 11

G-d of many names

I called you Adonai

I called you Jesus

Today I call you Adonai

     and wrap myself

     in ancient words

You heard me

Watched while 

I pursued you

Walked with me

Sheltered me 

within your embrace

I heard others

snicker, paint me


Turn their cackle

into hollow moans

Force them to chew

their words

until spittle

garbles their speech

Restore their words


scrubbed and cleanest

with love

Thursday, September 17, 2020

#BlogElul Day 29


you start where you stand

review the past year and find

frayed places to repair

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

#BlogElul Day 28

 Give in and Aploogize

You gotta give some

relax the do and don’t

Forget about waiting on

someone else to strut

one foot and the other—

swallow being stubborn—

if you wait until one foot

standing on the other side

time may just keep moving—

no one hears when you shout

from that distance

say what you need to say now

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

#BlogElul Day 27


Blessings surround me

As I hear silence circle

I sense God’s presence

Monday, September 14, 2020

#BlogElul Day 26


i render a landscape in pen and ink

add mountains with raw umber

and burnt sienna watercolors—

step back and dip a brush into

indian red and rose 

add a hint of sun

spray water across the paper

take care not to blur colors 

dip a wide brush into cerulean

blue—a faint color waiting for

ultramarine to bellow across

white rough watercolor paper—

add trees—mountain paper birch, 

quaking aspen, and one unseen tree—

as an afterthought i ink in

a line of spruce pines

and a lone jack pine

i create an echo

a facsimile

Sunday, September 13, 2020

#BlogElul Day 25

 I Intend

              “We are not sent into the world

                 to do anything into which

                 we cannot put our hearts.”

                  —-John Ruskin

my list

grows, a vine climbing

without pruning 

until it swallows time

with seductive possibilities 

 i will interrogate each item

Saturday, September 12, 2020

#BlogElul. Day 24


To love the other

To listen to silent words

and hear another

Friday, September 11, 2020

#BlogElul Day 23

 I Begin to Imagine Miriam’s Well

I take small steps,

follow a path 

filled with turnoffs,


identify local topography

and pick two blooms

say their names 

then move on

to another meadow

I look for blossoms,

dig down to roots

and study each fiber,

anchor, support

water supply


Thursday, September 10, 2020

#BlogElul Day 22


To End is Only To Begin Again

endings dwell in beginnings,

time continues, but

infinite hours remain beyond 

my province— 

there is yet time

to repair the places where

seams loosened and junctures 

separated, where frayed spots

grew thin—

time to walk toward another

extend a hand

and begin to patch

to mend 

to repair

to repent

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

#BlogElul Day 21


“Tell me, you who my soul loves... 1:7

“...and my insides stirred.” 5:4

                  Song of Songs

In the midst of scripture—a love poem

A paean to sensual delights

An invitation to love generously

I, too, feel my body shift and stir

as I whisper the lines

“I am my beloved’s, 

and my beloved is mine...”

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

#BlogElul Day 20


I remember when

the best swimmer at the “Y”

dared me to swim 

two pool lengths underwater

I tried over and over

until a game of Marco Polo 

changed the subject 

Now I read and read

translation after translation

looking for a lens to 

understand each psalm

I dare myself to reimagine 

the words as mine

I am David

I am each person

who wraps herself in words,

crossing out


until the psalm is mine