Monday, June 30, 2025

At The Ohel

I stood in front ofthe wall of lit tea lights.
Feeling the combined heat
of their tiny flames.
Breathing in their smoke.
Taking in the scene
behind the door,
before the grave.

A young fellow was
re-shelving Tehillim
next to the candles.
Exuding the vibe
of a shop keeper:
"What are you looking for?"
"Nothing, " I said
meaning, everything.

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

Getting Home (Written 13 Years Ago)

By Neil Fleischmann
When we
remove the
facades of
our garments
And call down
our final curtain
We will return to
our first clothing;
G-d's light
And our
original drapes;
the Heavens