Rumi’s roots grow deep down!
Rumi’s roots grow deep down to the fiergy orange magma at the core of the Earth That light and heat, bright as the Sun Dance Sunrise on the Great Plains! Rumi endures and grows deeper roots still reaching further down and up to the moon! He is everywhere in the human heart 738 years after “he died” Go East or West, North or South Jew, Gentile, Arab, Hindu, Buddhist All the rainbow nations bow to this One! This...
Remembrance: a poem
Philos 18 REMEMBRANCE by Qutbuddin Loren Ruh I was reading the Italian poet Pier Paolo Pasolini his writings of the `tradition’ revolutionary poetic tradition that it’s unknown, misunderstood, or forgotten by the revolutionary currents that are just noises in the streets, repetitiously. They’ve always been there, noises in the streets, the tradition reports but the fight goes on without remembrance without...
Veteran’s Day Prayers
At the suggestion of my friend Rabbi Ruth Abusch-Magder, Ph.D., editor of HUC-JIR continuing ed blog Tzeh U’limad, I’ve written three prayers for Veterans Day. “Veterans Day Prayer” is classical in structure and language. “To the Soldier, To the Veteran” is a three-stanza prayer/poem with a parallel structure. “The Last Soldier” is a prayer for peace that honors the soldier’s journey. I haven’t yet recorded audio for them, which I’ll...
tired of being a bullet; a poem
I’m tired of being a bullet I wanna be a butterfly. I’m tired of trying to hit targets I wanna float meander get there when I get there stop for snacks pull over and take a nap absorb the local color check out some flowers see the sights. I’m tired of aim and speed and straight lines I wanna let the wind take me where it takes me I wanna zig the zag loop the loop go backwards act on a whim get lost for a while and...
After Shiva
by Alden Solovy After shiva, now what? I remember that feeling when my father Jack z”l died. It reappeared when Ami z”l died. Her shiva ended abruptly with the start of Passover. After the hubbub, that empty silence settled in. I wrote this prayer of loss and healing for my extended family as the shiva for my uncle Jerry z”l ended in January. The rhythms of mourning are on my mind again as our family prepares to place the headstone on...
What am I waiting for?
by Chris Gilwee Perhaps a gift. Something given, not earned. Maybe an option that is less scary. Easy. Someone who can magically take me back in time and change the way that I was treated; and a blessing from God Himself, so that I may decipher the hidden meaning in my Mother’s words. “I love you so much that I can’t bare to see you fail; so I verbally abuse you to make you tough for this world”. I am waiting...
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