Holy Days

We walk through the park

Passover Easter Spring

what life can be with a day

like this.  Muslim women

serve bright green food on a yellow

cloth on the grass.

A youngish man sings a song he wrote.

Two  ladies sit talking.

Children  running.

No one appears to be

on their phone.  Dogs

and flowers and sun.

We celebrate, all of us,

that we are passing through.



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. Thank you for your special inclusive words of beauty and peace. I celebrated Second Seder on Tuesday
    and Easter on Sunday along with twenty Muslim guests of my Sunday School class. And this was in
    Mississippi! Part of our inter-faith endeavor. Jeanne Rozman

    1. Hi Jeanne, What an interesting story about your seders and easter and muslim guests. I wish our world were more like yours. Where in mississippi are you? All best, Esther

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