This hunger is what is meant to keep our hearts beating.
I recently found out that diamonds are…do you know how old diamonds are? They have been around for anincredibly long...
Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Chaya Lester tells it like it is from the other side of the mechitza. A skirt on the outskirts of another ritual act.
A prayer for normalcy.
