Intervention from Above
The mold was completely broken: what vessel did the soul have to take shape in for the good? Wandering from here to there within the imagination of a wayward youth. Nothing to keep for itself, except for the illusions of life that disappear in the morning light. Each moment of absorption with whatever the heart…
Empty Seats
Our voices are carried by the wind, our spirits, riding the waves of ether, and our letters, penned in ink, sent across the ocean, arrive at the Kotel. Our hearts have not forgotten you, amidst the dank tunnels, bare rooms, as captives with watchful eyes peering at you twenty-four seven. Know, that we are also…
The Journey Home
In the footsteps of Abraham, across the generations of history, a four-thousand-year-old presence in the land of our dreams. Restored hope, in the rebirth of Zion, born in a day, whereof we suffered the birth pains of our fledgling nation. We have returned home, no longer to roam elsewhere, looking for false promises from man;…
Breathing Inspiration 