poems
Hope
Lisa Tremback Hope hangs in the air,it’s a big, blue helium balloonrising up to the home of God.Hope is such a precious thing,often mistaken to be only inlofty prayers, but now,it is in the political realms,way up in to the utopian ionosphere wheredreams are born.Now there are wishful visions that make us sniff that new car […]
Remembering the Call
Remembering the CallTodd Greenberg With dignity and graceI enter the templeReady to hear the callWhen it stepped backThe Ein Sof offered meThe ability toRemember the call –Self-How will I knowGod-You’ll know it because while youDid forget when you cameThe journey forward to theLight IS remembering theCall