Chaya Lester writes a poem to the people of Paris, and to the world, to remind them that we are all in this fight together.
You never know how you'll be changed at the holiest place on earth...
There's a wariness here in the central bus station after all we're living through - such dark times.
A set of poems and thoughts written by some of Hevria's writers in reaction to the terror attack that took five lives in a Jerusalem synagogue today.
While acknowledging the possible danger of being on the Temple Mount, my overall senses were exhilaration, joy, and closeness to G-d.
An imagined glimpse into a barista's inner life. Because everyone needs someone with whom to drink coffee.
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
I cannot recall the last time I cried when reading about the death of a stranger. This terrorist attack was different.
