A song for love’s sake: מ Mizmor l’David When our Love’s[1] the guide by-my-side, Adonai ro’i I want for nothing. lo ech’sar. Chase me through lush meadows, ב Bin’ot desheh set me adrift, stretched out yarbitzeini on meandering waters

Four Children? Which One Am I? When my expectations rest as dove on olive branch or raven hovering on thermal winds, wonder swells from the deep breaking on the shores of my lips into syllables of wonder, What? How? Wow! I am, a child of simplicity, being human, ben Noach, wholeheartedly tam, the simple one. Then longing arises with 1000 questions, and I try to remember that while knowledge has answers, wisdom discerns which question to ask. Through disciplined attention