Rabbi Lewis John Eron, Ph.D. is presently the Jewish Community Chaplain for the Jewish Federation of Southern New Jersey in Cherry Hill, NJ. He is a 1981 graduate of the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College in Wyncote, Pennsylvania and received his doctorate for the Religion Department of Temple University in 1987. He has also studied at Johns Hopkins, at Yale and at the Hebrew University in ... more »
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Lewis Eron Poems
In Gettysburg I walked Amongst the multitude of monuments and marble markers On Cemetery Ridge Where bronze soldiers stand ready
Lighting a Memorial Candle for One of th...
Even if I could light six million lights I could not rekindle your light And your’s was only one Not one in a million
What happens when you die? All your friends will say “Good-Bye” And your loved ones will cry And someone will try
Praying for the Sick
I'd rather write poetry than cure souls Stringing pearls to tie my thougts in ordered rows Than to set their fears, their dreams As glass gems in a plate breast plate
In Your Light We See Light - Shabat Morn...
I know I’m blessed with a low wattage halo. At prayer, the old folks use it like a night light Just bright enough to mark their path but not too bright To disturb their sleep. No doubt they would choose to go
Pausing for Havdalah
Havdalah is all about burning ones hands with hot wax And spilling wine as the Shabbat ends and we stop practicing perfection and step out into the confusing confection we call creation
' When Will I Be Myself Again? ' To Aly...
Some Tuesday, perhaps, In the late afternoon, Sitting quietly with a cup of tea And a cookie;
A baboon has very pretty tushie Not like ours that are fat and mushy. His is colorful, tight and firm Our’s like to bounce and wiggle and squirm
Shabbat in Sivan
Shabbat in Sivan starts too late And ends too late The sun never seems to set Nor stars appear
Ascending Mount Sinai August 1975 Rememb...
Dear God Since we cannot abide your light Give us a good set of sunglasses Or better, better night vision
God, the Bookkeeper
Dear God, Heavenly Bookkeeper You better not err this year.
The Song of Freedom - A Prayer Reflectio...
When did we leave Egypt And when did Egypt leave us? When were the chains of slavery broken And when did we finally truly feel free?
Final Confession in the CCU
I beat death today. In a race from the lot to the CCU And I only left When they called me to say he was coming
I was born out of silence Formed out of stillness With the first great cry, 'Let there be! '
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In Gettysburg I walked
Amongst the multitude of monuments and marble markers
On Cemetery Ridge
Where bronze soldiers stand ready
And canons are aimed to meet
The gray Confederate foe
With canister and grapeshot
Rifle and bayonet.
I stood where Lincoln spoke and Picket charged
And heard a man boast to his son
“This is where we fought.”