Blessed art Thou, Shield of Abraham / The blues overtakes me, wherever I am.

I refuse to believe in a system that holds / that there’s only one way to nurture your soul.

Anyone who has ever completed the study of a Talmudic tractate will find this prosody familiar.

When I say “spiritual groove” this is who I mean / They be at the center of this whole new scene.

Finally, someplace that was all about the love.

Halleluyah, a psalm to be sung and played / Halleluhu, with all the music to be made.

They ain’t what they used to be / And when they’re getting on my case / Lord, they got the best of me.

A posthumous ‘conversation’ with Shlomo Carlebach, a/k/a Reb Shlomo, whose music I had been listening to since I was a young child.

What mek-a dis night, so diff-a-rent, from all other night.

Walked through the Old City just the other night / Heard a voice shouting “Do You See The Light!

I search my ways and examine them / On the long hard way back

These are the journeyings of Heshy R.

This is the sixth day / Is this what I've been working all week for?

RIP David Bowie and Reb Shlomo Carlebach, zt"l