Samuel Menashe

Make me mighty  As a feather  Of your wing— Breathe here bright  With fearless . . . . Continue Reading »

1 The walls hear The windows see Inside I burn No one comes To rescue me It is my turn 2 Like a gutted house I am burned out By love — Samuel MenasheImage by Pixabay. Image cropped. . . . . Continue Reading »

Do I displease you, Brothers Oh the dictate of these dreams Is not mine; nor what is given me Love is the dominion, Rachel Mother And the robe a rainbow From my Father’s fingers, our Father. Samuel Menashe . . . . Continue Reading »