It was one of those small acts that in reality are giant leaps of chesed
By Rabbi Ron Yitzchok Eisenman
The Rosh Hashanah lesson in an aged yellow envelope
He knew and she knew. And that was all that mattered
I would allow my mask to fall, my soul to be revealed
The only person to find fault with is the one in the mirror.
“To sing or not to sing,” that was the question