Poetry

This past weekend was a sad anniversary for our country:

Remembering what it is like to fear,

What is like to grieve,

What it is like to hate and to be hated.

But this coming weekend is a holy time for many people in the world.

A time of repentance and of reflection and of course-correction.

A time of humility and of confession and of mercy.

And this is one of my favorite (and shortest, and only) Holy Day poems.

Yom Kippur

Liora calls to say I'm sorry,

and I forgive her;

This is the greatest poetry that I know.

May your week be full of grace and love and forgiveness...