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As the sun’s last light
Paints mountains
Red,
May worry find a safe
For stashing
Dread:
That morning might
Not come
Again,
That homes might turn
From hope
To strain,
And children’s cries
Will sound
In pens,
As they wake
More memories
Of pain.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
I like how you described the dread of the sun not rising.
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Thank you, Frank.
I think it’s been the dread of many humans for eras, especially in times of strife. Perhaps some worried that the sun itself would not rise again, and many more had worried that the sun would not rise onto THEM again, or that nothing will ever be the same.
In these times of strife, with so many not knowing whether they’d wake up to another day, and what miseries that day will bring, and if they will be forced to remain imprisoned and isolated and broken apart from loved ones by war and terror and cruelty and apathy and xenophobia and being pawns in political games … these worries are being voiced again and again.
I tried to give them voice.
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I agree especially the dread that the sun would not rise on them again. Best wishes.
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Thank you, Frank! 🙂
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Beautifully done, Na’ama
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Thank you, Dale.
I just wrote a reply to Frank, which perhaps will resonate …
Thank you for reading and responding, my friend. These are tender times, and those who are affected are not just faces in the crowd to me.
I’m sure they’re not to many who are hoping – in their own way – to be a voice.
Hugs, Na’ama
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I just read your reply to Frank.
These are indeed tender times.
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XOXO I know you know …
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Excellent write Na’ama. I was held attentive through the read, thank you for sharing this! Beautiful photo!
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Thank you, Rob, for this generous feedback! I’m glad this spoke to you, and I am delighted you liked the photo, taken by my niece some time ago.
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I like th image of a safe for stashing dread. At this point in my life, I find it best to lock those worries up and trust. Not so easy when I was working.
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Thanks, Victoria. I’m glad the image of the safe resonated … Sometimes one needs to find a way to put away worries, however temporarily, in order to continue to cope and to have hope and to get through a night and have some sleep … Especially when it comes to the worries one cannot do much to change at the moment. So might as well keep them someplace where they aren’t minimized, but aren’t taking over, either …
We do the best we can as we can, eh?
🙂
Na’ama
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Yep!
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I pray that we will always find the sun rising again. It is will be dreadfully dark if morning light does not come again.
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Amen to that. May the light be there, in all the ways and forms we need it to be, to illuminate even the darkest night of the soul with hope.
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How do people live under that kind of pressure? impossible to imagine.
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Hi Sarah,
Yes, it is difficult to imagine, though alas it is also the reality of many millions around the world who are under the constant threat of terror, tyranny, gangs, crime, corruption, slavery, kidnapping, trafficking, and so on. … and is also the reality of too many in the US and vicinity besides. It is heartbreaking.
I know some people who are in this situation – it is beyond gut wrenching. The constant terror AND fighting against its paralyzing effects, knowing that to paralyze and terrorize is exactly part of the intent … It is awful.
I hope that as human beings we’ll do better, stand against tyranny and cruelty and demeaning some human beings as ‘illegal’ or unworthy of protections or wholly at fault for their adversity and suffering. We must call out racism and bigotry where it rears its ugly head and educate those who are misinformed – because of the propaganda they’d been fed or the upbringing that blinded them – about the realities of misery and disaster throughout history, and on the power of empathy.
Thank you for the comment, Sarah, and for the reply it elicited in me.
Na’ama
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Beautiful lines:
May worry find a safe
For stashing
Dread:
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Thank you! I’m so glad this resonated with you. Thank you for reading and commenting! 🙂
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