I've slept in the Old Ghetto
of Venice, and visited all
the standing synagogues
of Spain, but how
do I remember
a shtetl in the Ukraine?
A doctor in a skull cap?
A Talmud I've not studied?
Languages I've barely learned?
There is a genealogy
of the soul,
a DNA of the spirit,
and when it speaks,
we should hear it.
10/11/15, revised Nov. 16 2016
3 comments:
Moving tribute to people and places and how we connect. Nice!
Thank you, Susan, for your kind comment. Nice to hear, especially from another writer.
Well said! I feel it strongly, especially now.
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