As the Rabbi continued chanting the Torah portion, Steven took the star-shaped paper to the back of the Shul, near where the coffee maker, the cheese Danishes, and the bottle of Slivovitz always were. He unfolded the paper and noticed first, that it was a hand-written note, and that whomever had written it had exquisite penmanship. ‘Dear Dr. Rice,’ it began.
‘I know you are upset...
How passing along something as simple as a song —with love and intention— can change a life forever.
Why I break out of my routine every year to immerse myself in the stories and wisdom of the people who have sacrificed for our country.
Noah’s brother and son in law each take one of Noah’s arms. If they were to let go even for a moment, he would fall into the open grave from sheer anguish.
As the first scoop of dirt hits his son’s casket, Noah drops to his knees and he moans, almost as a whisper —or an afterthought. The sound that passes from his lips is unearthly.
Fear/Loss/Death/Prayer/Faith/Love. This is a small poem about big things.
I want to pass along some answers to what I believe are a few of life’s most pressing questions. I hope they help make your life better than it already is.
Everyone's heard about the assumed advantages of living a religious lifestyle. Following my native contrarian tendencies, this piece is a reflection on the pitfalls of being a "religious" person.
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