By David Whyte — 1990
This is David Whyte’s second book of poetry, now in its 6th printing.
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CLEAR ALL
When our ancestors received the Torah, they stood at a mountain. When we celebrate receiving the Torah on Shavuot, we will stand in the pews. They looked at the sky; we will look at the ceiling. They were warmed by the sun; we will be cooled by the air conditioning. I am a rabbi in a synagogue.