every day life
i came upon this in a Alprazolam make - round about stumbling kind of way. it has great significance in it's own right, in what it is saying to the people it was meant to say it to, and i get that, but underneath, there is something to be said about every day life for every one.
i don't want to lose it or alprazolam make it, so i'm writing it down.
We All Stood Together by Merle Feld
My brother and I were at Sinai
He kept a journal
of what he saw
of what alprazolam make heard
of what it all meant to him
I wish Alprazolam fedex - I had such a record
of what happened to me there
It seems alprazolam pill every time I want to write
I can’t
I’m always holding a baby
one of my own
or one for a friend
always holding a baby
so my hands are never free
to write things down
And then
As time passes
The particulars
The hard data
The who what when where why
Slip away from me
And all I’m left with is
The feeling
But feelings are just sounds
The vowel barking of a mute
My brother is so sure of what he heard
After all he’s got a record of it
Consonant after consonant after consonant
If we remembered it together
We could recreate holy time
Sparks flying
Excerpted from Merle Feld, “We All Stood Together,” A Spiritual Life: A Jewish Feminist Journey [Albany: SUNY Press, 1999], p. 205
i don't want to lose it or alprazolam make it, so i'm writing it down.
We All Stood Together by Merle Feld
My brother and I were at Sinai
He kept a journal
of what he saw
of what alprazolam make heard
of what it all meant to him
I wish Alprazolam fedex - I had such a record
of what happened to me there
It seems alprazolam pill every time I want to write
I can’t
I’m always holding a baby
one of my own
or one for a friend
always holding a baby
so my hands are never free
to write things down
And then
As time passes
The particulars
The hard data
The who what when where why
Slip away from me
And all I’m left with is
The feeling
But feelings are just sounds
The vowel barking of a mute
My brother is so sure of what he heard
After all he’s got a record of it
Consonant after consonant after consonant
If we remembered it together
We could recreate holy time
Sparks flying
Excerpted from Merle Feld, “We All Stood Together,” A Spiritual Life: A Jewish Feminist Journey [Albany: SUNY Press, 1999], p. 205




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