A Prayer to Forgive

These days, these unholy holy days,

warm, maybe too warm, these days of awe

when we consider, when we think about our lives

no matter what we know or believe, these

days when we take time from busyness, from

endless small distractions that life can be,

these days of honesty, of quiet and thought,

we tell ourselves the truth about fear,

about other people and ourselves,

about all that we know and all that we don’t,

these days we  forgive ourselves

or try to anyway

for who we are and who we aren’t,

for all we don’t do and never will,

for not taking the time to pay enough attention

to every single holy unholy day.


Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. Dear Esther:
    With the uproar of our President in the background it’s nice to take a step back to breathe and read this. Thank you.

  2. Dear Esther
    I shall bring your poem into my YK day.
    Thank you for such gentle and profound insights.
    A year of health, much poetry and blessings to you and your family.
    With much appreciation and love
    (Debrah W’s friend from LA)

    1. Dear Jenethen, Thank you thank you for writing to me, and for reading these poems. Your kind words mean a lot.
      I hope I meet you one day (and see Debrah Wiley too.) Shana Tova Love esther

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