Friday, May 18, 2012

Waiting for death

Eyes open to the same brick wall.  How long has that been “my” wall? A year now?  two years?  Maybe three?

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Monday, May 7, 2012

Breath for these bones

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My grandmother reaches for my hand to steady herself as she inches from her bed each of these days.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Jet Setting with Jesus

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This season has been full of plane rides for me.  On one of these trips, the blaring engine of flight 173 sent me into prayer.  Just then, my row-mate turned to me and said, "I want to be a Rabbi,"  and smiled in an idyllic way.  In his smile, two choices were set before me: