Tiferet Tifs

The Body: A Barometer – by Jennifer Schaeffer

The Body:  A Barometer It has been said that there are seven wonders of the world.  I think one was left off the list; the human body.  It is the greatest wonder of all.  When...
suns suns suns here they come

Stalking Anacrusis, Staying Upbeat – by Laurie Klein

“Ana-what-sis,” you ask? Also translated “upbeat,” anacrusis signifies a pickup or lead-in: the notes and/or words preceding a song’s downbeat, like the “A” in “Amazing Grace,” or the initial, unstressed syllable(s) before a poem’s meter...

Writing on HOPE: The Psalmist’s Prayer – by Mary F. Burns

The Psalms have  always been a source of wisdom, comfort, depth and wonder for me personally, and for countless millions who have read, recited, heard and studied them through millennia of history. They timelessly...

Living in the Almost – by Michael T. Young

Hope is one half of the divided world. The other is apprehension. We are, in fact, haunted by the future as much as the past because we live in a distraction of expectation. Tantalus...

Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek

I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....
Peace is all thee is

HaTikvah – by Aviva Derenowski

The Israeli national hymn is called “Hatikvah” which translates as “The Hope.” It expresses the hope of the Jewish people to settle in Israel, and make it their home, after an exile of two...

Faith is like a Shimmering Veil – by Jane Beal

Faith is like a shimmering veil. You can’t see through it. It’s like a cold shower. It wakes you up early and makes you shout, “O God!” Faith is like running on the sand...

Faith – Michael Lyle

Faith We all doubt. There are even times when we doubt it all. Everything. Other times, we doubt certain aspects, this understanding or that assumption. It matters little whether these aspects are orthodox doctrine or...

An Imperfect Body – by Thelma Zirkelbach

My body is scarred. I was nineteen when my dress caught fire from a gas heater.  My brain said, "Don't run," but some primal instinct cried, "Run!"  As I raced from my room, flames...
Sandell Morse

A Little Kiss – by Sandell Morse

      The year was 1956. I was seventeen, a recent high school graduate, a dancer, a Rockette, my body my instrument, fiddle and bow, fingers on piano keys. Wolf whistles followed me as I walked...