Felice Miryam Kahn Zisken|
Almost Shabbat, Jerusalem
Create for me a pure heart , O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Friday morning -- writing in a café/ bakery
in Mahane Yehuda shuk, where the Holocaust survivor
cheers himself up, walking in the abundance.
Writing Jerusalem gold, copper, light.
Writing to build upon --
Ma welcomes the Shabbat queen
Dad holds a grape cluster rimmed Kiddush cup,
globe artichokes open the festive meal
"remove choke--the heart is yummy.”
Three-year-old brother wraps a wimpel
around the Torah scroll.
Writing to highlight the good,
for myself, for the other. If not now, when?
In the face of hard realities, no to despair.
Writing to talk less, construct more
un-shutter my heart, your heart
In the Heart of the World
Blue resembles the sea and the sea resembles heaven and
heaven resembles the Divine throne.
Talmud Sota 17a
In the heart of the world
pupil of the iris
we are part of the larger
refreshed in the early blue
under and above the sky
we return, and thank You
for the miracle of life.
In Jerusalem on the eve
Pray for the well-being of Jerusalem
may those who love you be at peace.
In Jerusalem on the eve of the New Year,
honey jars instead of parking tickets—
on the windshield, near the wiper--
greeted our return
to the old Toyota and the new Hybrid
left right outside Dung Gate.
Everyone’s destiny intertwined.
Metamorphosis on our lips.
We can heal with words.
In our hearts, heaven can happen.
Sometimes a little dot lets the sky in.