Lifting My Eyes
LIFTING MY EYES
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Sometimes my eyes comprise the heaviest part of my body Playing graylamp spotlights on the lino It will take an eyelift crane But if I can only raise them just a little to the hills they will fill like pools waiting for the stone to fall. |
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Adar II 5760.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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