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  • By Qiyamah Rahman
    Now is the time to call on the memories of the ancestors who thought they ­could not walk another step ­toward freedom—and yet they did. It...
  • By Mark L. Belletini
    Let my body remember. Let my hands and feet remember. Let my breath remember those who have come before me, those who have come before us...
  • By Robert T Weston
    There is a living web that runs through us To all the universe Linking us each with each and through all life On to the distant stars. Each...
  • By Margaret Wheatley
    We never know who we are (this is strange, isn’t it?) or what vows we made or who we knew or what we hoped for or where we were when the...
  • By Mark L. Belletini
    I am part of you, O Truth Unfolding. I am part of you. I am part of a cosmos. I cannot see either its edge or its end. How amazing! I am...
  • By Alex Kapitan
    Spirit of the universe, Life force that flows through all beings, Power beyond our knowing, We ask you to help us see beyond our dependence...
  • By Jay Wolin
    When I look up into the night sky, I am in awe of all that is. There in a far away galaxy A star has died, Yet it is still bright for my...
  • By Jay Wolin
    Forgive me dear father For all the trouble I caused The missed curfews The missed classes Your unfulfilled dreams for me Forgive me dear...
  • By Christopher Sims
    The Earth has returned. She is living, breathing, Realizing her breath was leaving. She was needing us to remember her worth, to recognize...
  • By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat
    Over the years your staples have slipped and pages loosened. Here a faded purple crescent of ancient wine, there a smudge from bricks of...
  • By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat
    The day after the seder, reality shoves back in like a football player with lowered shoulder. Dishes to wash: the browned kugel pan,...
  • By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat
    "So the people took their dough before it was leavened, their kneading bowls wrapped in their cloaks upon their shoulders." —Exodus 12:34...
  • By Rabbi Rachel Barenblat
    Breakfast on kosher macaroons and Diet Pepsi in the car on the way to Price Chopper for lamb. Peel five pounds of onions and let the...
  • By Marta I Valentín
    In gatherings we are stirred like the leaves of the fall season rustling around sacred trees, tossed hither and yon until we come to rest...
  • By Mark Morrison-Reed
    We are all dying, our lives always moving ­toward completion. We need to learn to live with death, and to understand that death is not the...
  • By Stephen M Shick
    We float on a sea hidden beneath dry surfaces covered by stones. Isn’t this why we drink and dive so deeply go down to the sea in ships...
  • By Terri Pahucki
    I have been wondering what the morning glories know. Is it envy that compels these vines to strangle other flowers arising in their path?...
  • By Angela Herrera
    Why did I listen to Your calling, O God? Why did I step out on faith, O Love? Why did I lift my feet, ignore my fear, and run ­toward the...
  • By Arthur Graham
    Fill me with anxiety, O Life! Electrify me, make me nervous Beyond any staid concern For those things which challenge Placid, flaccid ways...
  • By Stephen M Shick
    A good anger swallowed clots the blood to slime —Marge Piercy But what is to be done with it, this anger that dare not be swallowed? Should...
  • By Leslie Takahashi
    Walk the maze within your heart: guide your steps into its questioning curves. This labyrinth is a puzzle leading you deeper into your own...
  • By Barbara Rohde
    Of course truth is hard. It is a rock. Yet I do not think it will fall upon me And crush me. I do not think they can hammer it to bits And...
  • By Stephen M Shick
    I understand history as possibility...that could also stop being a possibility. —Paulo Freire The winds of extinction sing a mournful song...
  • By Stephen M Shick
    Suppose you scrub your ethical skin until it shines, but inside there is no music, then what? —Kabir Suppose you cried a thousand years for...
  • By Marta I Valentín
    (Ahmedabad, India, 2001) ...
  • By Mark L. Belletini
    The earth. One planet. Round, global, so that when you trace its shape with your finger, you end up where you started. It's one. It's whole...
  • By Mark L. Belletini
    This is our earth. It falls through heaven like a pearl in a glass of plum wine. There are no other earths that I know of. There are no...
  • By Stephen M Shick
    Here, I will be discovered and lost: Here, I will, perhaps, be stone and silence. —Pablo Neruda Someday, out there, on a day like this in a...
  • By Rick Hoyt
    Go forth Because we are always going forth from somewhere Going from our homes, our childhoods Going from our cities and countries Going...
  • By Thandeka
    Despair is my private pain Born from what I have failed to say failed to do failed to overcome. Be still my inner self let me rise to you...
  • By William Laurence Sullivan
    To outgrow the past but not extinguish it; To be progressive but not raw, Free but not mad, critical but not sterile, expectant but not...
  • By Lewis H. Latimer
    A cold grey sky, a cold grey sea And a cold grey mist that is chilling me; A light that burns on the harbor bar With the dull dim glow of a...
  • By Angela Herrera
    Who cast a spell over my world? Who opened the doors, stirred the crowd of possibilities, put gold dust in my dreams causing my life to...
  • By Kayla Parker
    This body is not what it was I got shin splints from running today Ten years ago all I’d get was smelly feet My back aches just from...
  • By Marni Harmony
    (adapted from the original) ...
  • By Margaret Williams Braxton
    Once upon a time I was Now I am Some day I will become Once there was And now there is Soon there will be And some day there surely shall...
  • By Tess Baumberger
    Something has changed in me this winter. In the past I’ve focused on how long winter is, How miserable I find it, and how it seems so...
  • By Lisel Mueller
    Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I...

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