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Fingers, A Poem for Kimberly

My heart leapt for you long had I waited,

for a gift of divine perfection would you mine be.

In awe was I of your tapered fingers I marveled,

on your birthday when mine eyes first beheld thee.



Side by side we stood rinsing dishes,

Our moment of you and me always I’ll cherish.

Mom fashioned twin braids for you with blue ribbon

hold on tightly lest our memories do perish.



A butterfly like none other fluttered by me

Sparkling pixies dancing on toe shoe,

T… Continue

Poetical Musings from an old translation of a Jewish hymn "Yigdal" ...

The First to Be …

Gaze far away into the skies to see ...

the limitlessness of divine reach.

Your stars illumine my eyes this night,

may I merit to learn the lessons You teach.


You drew the first circle without compass or pen …

galactic orbs You cast far beyond sight.

Soaring toward endlessness at heavenly speed,

I pray let me fathom the ways of Your might.


A home for man from words You did utter

with neither roo… Continue

“The White Rose”


Wherein the Enlightenment had so radiantly shone ...

descended a darkness o'er the land,

a blackening,

not of locusts sent by God ...

but of a more stubborn Pharoah

whose heart was even harder ...

whose command over masses numbing,

yet which ultimately failed to blot out the light of day.

Had there been no foreshadowing of the darkness?

Was it when the land forgot Moses Mendelssohn,

and bore Adolph Eichmann?

Had not Heine known wherein books are burned,

so will hum… Continue

A Poem in Memory of Benjamin Eight Years Ago


Since we bid thee farewell eight years ago,

on that bleak morning many tears did shed.

Into cavernous depths we lowered thee …

to souls long before art now wed.


I want you to know I’ve lived as well …

as best I could … I have tried.

Nary a morn, noon or night has passed

when I couldn’t ever help myself but cried.


I've felt so bad all these years,

when your days of youth deprived

with sickness that stole so much of your strength

from our… Continue

For Zac, My Younger Son and Youngest Child

“May He A Teacher Become"


I see him back then, as a boy I did teach,

I pray Son a human being I helped you become.

Teach us to remember the divine spark in each

when the miscreance of others leaves us benumb.


Teary-eyed respite sighs, when on cloudy days I recall,

a boy whose freckled face crestfallen became ...

for plucking orange lilies from sun craving stems,

for which felt he neither remorse nor shame.


A lesson he learned from that day… Continue