I spoke to a man today  Mr. Anthony Ray Hinton You gave me 30 minutes of  Your life Which I consider to be a blessing You talked to me...

Oh, morning star  You welcome the day I follow you to my redemption It's dawn. Dew glistens on the grasses. I have my gloves...

Las Vegas, the last frontier for sinners, where decadence and lust have met their match. Morality you won't find there,  

Remember when the skies were blue And fear of war was but a phantom feint? But now that feint is phantom no more As undercurrents of the war

A morning walk through autumn leaves The path is clear yet unknown.  It guides me through the branches of the trees  Where sunshine casts

Rosh Hashanah 'm standing in the sanctuary, on the bimah It is Shabbat. It's Rosh Hashanah. Year 5784. The cup of wine, after blessings...

We're in that fortress on a hill The view is rightfully obstructed, And what we see is beautiful and ever so tempting. But we are...

The brook was especially quiet this morning The morning, however, was especially noisy

So, seek my friend, and I shall pray that what you seek for, you shall find.

I grew up with great story tellers. Some of my earliest memories are walking with my grandfather in Chisinau at dusk, while he told me...

A solemn walk among the graves The lives cut short By war, by hate  The deadly schisms Take their toll. Some died in 1948  Death on its...

It was a lovely sunset on the lake The evening settled on the waters  And grasses tickled our soles We sat in reverence with nature

Another 9/11 is upon us It's the twenty-third one since 2001 The bell will ring precisely at the moment  When all hell broke loose And...