That’s all we can afford to give.We've been made to feel afraid of each other.They tell us each day.be careful and keep away .Not to touch one another.
Before one reads the Torah, one must be Alight with love of G-d, as though a flame Took refuge in the temple of a heart* Made pure by discipline and holy deeds.
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,Then let my right be forgotten.Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember.Let my left remember, and your right closeAnd your…
We will be there in a perfect sinless place,In a perfect universe, in a perfect space.Where all are first and none are last,Forgiven by the Holy One who…
Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge…
My beloved adonai, i know that you love me.My beloved adonai, i know that you care.But when you hear me complain each day, your heart and hand are withdrawn from me. My complaints are an afront to…
We will be there in a perfect sinless place,In a perfect universe, in a perfect space.Where all are first and none are last,Forgiven by the Holy One who forgave our past.
Before one reads the Torah, one must be Alight with love of G-d, as though a flame Took refuge in the temple of a heart* Made pure by discipline and holy deeds.
Have you heard of an age of love without time? How can this be? Life is marked by pain 'within' time. That's reality. Have you heard this age has no crying only gladness, and no fear of death? I live…
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,Then let my right be forgotten.Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember.Let my left remember, and your right closeAnd your mouth open near the gate.
The elderly couple enters the town dance,And quietly seek a table near the back.He removes her wrap and seats her first,Then hangs tattered coats upon the rack.
I'm writing to tell you of someone who cares,Whose life and death brought something I must share.At night when you lay your head on the pillow,Do you wonder what future brings the morrow?
Every Friday night I bless my children.I put my hands upon their inclined headsAnd say the words my father said to me:"May God shine His countenance on you."