The Weekly Newsletter of Chubeza Farm

December 4, 2024

DELECTABLE WINTER TREASURES

Days when my soul is beside itself,

Perhaps it weeps in hiding, or perhaps

It flees to the mountains, mourning what it might have been.

I gaze at the water, reflecting my face —

It shatters to pieces.

I cannot reclaim it,

Even as I bury it in my hands.

 

  • Arieh Sivan

From the Hebrew: Aliza Raz