I Wish My Days Could Be Washed

Feathers Filled The Small Room. Our Laughter Kept The Feathers In The Air. I Thought About Birds. Could They Fly Is There Wasn't Someone, Somewhere, Laughing?

They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her Untouchability, The Collage Of Her.

I Imagine A Line, A White Line, Painted On The Sand And On The Ocean, From Me To You.

The Torah Is The Foundational Text For Jewish Law, But The Haggadah Is Our Book Of Living Memory. We Are Not Merely Telling A Story Here. We Are Being Called To A Radical Act Of Empathy. Here We Are, Embarking On An Ancient, Perennial Attempt To Give Human Lives - Our Lives - Dignity.

I Hope That One Day You Will Have The Experience Of Doing Something You Do Not Understand For Someone You Love.