WHAT'S NEW
Ruth's poems appear on the widely-read website 929, which upgraded to include an English web-page as well. Click here to the site from a couple of days ago which includes a poem from Ruth's book. I highly recommend the 929 website in English, with almost-daily articles by Rabbi Jonathan Sacks.
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Two of Ruth's poems appear in the latest issue of Voices Anthology:
I Lost My Home
I lost my London home with the big hallway where I rode my tricycle
round and around, and the stone lion on either side of the front steps
that rose in the middle of the lawn, up to the front door.
I lost my Brighton home, off the main street and down the alleyway,
the home with three stories, where I stuck painted egg-boxes on the ceiling
of my room on the top floor, up steep steps which parents rarely climbed.
I lost my Nahlaot, Jerusalem one-room student-pad when I married.
In that one room, I entertained, had friends sleep over on the spare bed
or on the floor. We sat around my table, drinking green tea, eating sunflower seeds,
writing post-cards to the soldiers at the front during the Yom Kippur War.
I loved that pad, a symbol of my independent life.
For every home lost, I gained a home. I now live in Jerusalem's Old City,
and there, a few minutes from my front door, at the top of the steps
leading to the Kotel, two stone lions whose colors change from year to year:
Jerusalem Lions who remind me of the lions of my London home.
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Ruth's most-recent publication in Sasson E-Magazine:
The Light
A sea of light –
maybe after our time
on this terrestrial plane,
where our souls will be gathered
without all the shells
with which we armor our selves
in order to protect our souls,
when our bodies are no longer
coats for our souls
and all the armor superfluous,
we will bathe in a sea of celestial light.
Oh, to have the eyes to see Jerusalem
as a sea of light!
Maybe in a future time
when no-one learns war,
the wolf and lamb will lie together
in a sea of light so strong
that it radiates to the whole world,
the New Light that will shine on Zion.
The time when darkness
mingles with the light
will very soon be a speck of history,
hardly remembered
in the sea of light.
https://sassonmag.com
Two of Ruth's poems appear in the latest issue of Voices Anthology:
I Lost My Home
I lost my London home with the big hallway where I rode my tricycle
round and around, and the stone lion on either side of the front steps
that rose in the middle of the lawn, up to the front door.
I lost my Brighton home, off the main street and down the alleyway,
the home with three stories, where I stuck painted egg-boxes on the ceiling
of my room on the top floor, up steep steps which parents rarely climbed.
I lost my Nahlaot, Jerusalem one-room student-pad when I married.
In that one room, I entertained, had friends sleep over on the spare bed
or on the floor. We sat around my table, drinking green tea, eating sunflower seeds,
writing post-cards to the soldiers at the front during the Yom Kippur War.
I loved that pad, a symbol of my independent life.
For every home lost, I gained a home. I now live in Jerusalem's Old City,
and there, a few minutes from my front door, at the top of the steps
leading to the Kotel, two stone lions whose colors change from year to year:
Jerusalem Lions who remind me of the lions of my London home.
*********************************
Ruth's most-recent publication in Sasson E-Magazine:
The Light
A sea of light –
maybe after our time
on this terrestrial plane,
where our souls will be gathered
without all the shells
with which we armor our selves
in order to protect our souls,
when our bodies are no longer
coats for our souls
and all the armor superfluous,
we will bathe in a sea of celestial light.
Oh, to have the eyes to see Jerusalem
as a sea of light!
Maybe in a future time
when no-one learns war,
the wolf and lamb will lie together
in a sea of light so strong
that it radiates to the whole world,
the New Light that will shine on Zion.
The time when darkness
mingles with the light
will very soon be a speck of history,
hardly remembered
in the sea of light.
https://sassonmag.com