Every sunrise and sunset, birth and death, blossom and snowfall. How does Your mouth not tire of speaking the world into being? Almighty, we can’t imagine infinity without growing weary. It s hard to remember Your mouth is purely metaphor though.
Co-creating new liturgy for these difficult times is one of the things that has brought me spiritual sustenance over the last eighteen months. I m honored to have convened this extraordinary group of artists, liturgists, and poets, rabbis and laypeople alike,.