Learning
Just last week
I wrestled expectations
to the ground again.
Today I’ve added
eleven lines of verse
to the bank account,
stitched a single quilt
from sheaves
of disparate sources:
page of Talmud
thick with Rashi-script
nestled beside the koans
of a Zen poet
whose brush
spills only virtual ink.
Even in the way
Hebrew letters
recombine
there’s a lesson
about how to reveal
our true faces.
by Rachel Barenblat of Velveteen Rabbi









Not much to say except, “Wonder-full.”
All of this really got to me, a fabulous opening tercet, but I admit a fondness for the second tercet and would like to be able to go off now and add verse to my bank account. Thank you!