Did I forget to show you this poem of mine that is on the construction guard wall of the Weitzman Institute?

A birthday cake

Is a blessing

And a prayer

And a kind of poem;

 

Sweet words

Melting into

Each one of

those who share

In the joy.

 

Here. 
Take.  Eat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 A birthday cake

Is a blessing

And a prayer

And a kind of poem;

 

Sweet words

Melting into

Each one of

those who share

In the joy.

 

Here.  Take.  Eat.

 

 

אַ לעקעך צום געבורסטאָג

איז אַ ברכה

און אַ תּפֿילה

און אַ טעם פון א ליד;

 

זיסע ווערטער

מישן זיך אריין

מיט  איעדן איינעם

וואס טיילט עוך

מיט פרייד.

נא. נעם. אס.

 

 I wrote this in Yiddish first because a lekach in yiddish is a cake is also a lesson.  The idea that the food you eat is also a means of communication is an important one for me.  When today, for instance, we dip apples in honey, we are reminded of the necessity of actively making our lives sweeter through behavior.  

This day of 9/11 is one too of the imperative of understanding our limitations and admitting to them.  The fact that only now have we been given the truth about the ongoing damage to the air of the asbestos and other poisonous substances. We need to demand the truth for ourselves as well as for our government.