A Song of Poppies (in hope of more peace)

Bend swords into ploughshares, flutes, trumpets, drums and violins As one exhales their last, still another greatest symphony begins, And this is our triumph; when words fail us, the sound of horn Quavers upon wind, words of peace as seeds of poppies spawn; I will wear both red and white in remembrance and anticipation Of…

Songs in Strange Lands

Singing in strange lands, pulses shifting,The scent of rain, sap, skin a little different,Our tongues learn new lilting, fresh refrains, How can we sing our songs in these lands?Measures merging; paces, tastes, vibrations,Words echo divergent across mountains,Hollows, oceans, villas, high rise elevations,The reverberations change, some even forgetAnd yet, certain notes and phrases remain Outside and…

Shanah Tovah Poems

Shanah Tovah God is the void and the manifestation, Here we must herald the gift of our birth, Divine the thought and voice of creation, We, crafted of holy breath and the earth The Becoming requires our proclamation – We form the realm of the great sovereignty; The ineffable oneness independent of time, Revere Source…