Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk outunder the Milky Way, feeling the rivers of light, the fields of dark—freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine remembering. Putting together, inch by inch the starry worlds. From all the lost collections.

"For Memory," A Wild Patience Has Taken Me This Far


haggadah Section: Hallel
Source: http://jwa.org/blog/passover-poetry-re-telling-story-of-our-own-lives