Poetry / Psalms

Psalm 17: Parshat Naso

BS”D Psalm 17 Parshat Naso: The black light under the white (for my father) The winter weatherburns on my face The misplaced/replaced Your blessing hand on my cheek Bone to bone We encountered a lastingtime  burial Your hand has never left my face G-d Countenances a Tent of Meeting To lift eyes Looking for you … Continue reading