
Sunrise; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Light paints day on still waters
Sparkles wavelets of promise
In soft whispers
Mild surf:
Today born.
Rise and shine:
It is morn.

Sunrise; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Light paints day on still waters
Sparkles wavelets of promise
In soft whispers
Mild surf:
Today born.
Rise and shine:
It is morn.

Photo: O. Asif
May the grain of the past
Tell the story.
May history speak
Of the truth
That must
Never be buried
Like heads in the sand,
Or in hesitant voices
That won’t take a stand.
May the stain of the past
Be the guide to these times
So no alleged ‘fine men’
Torch-lit hate in the night
Once again propagate
Let return
Evil’s blight.
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

V2, Ohio
When the world appears to lose an axis
And takes a haphazardly dive toward a
Wannabe regime,
It is high time to hold steady
And unequivocally confirm,
That racist hate and violence
Reflect the morally infirm
While equality and compassion
Are what’s truly supreme.
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Berry Prickly
Gavin (age 4) is picking berries with his mom and grandpa in the woods outside his grandpa’s house. He’d picked a few himself but encountered a thorn … and now is quite content holding the bowl, nursing his owee finger, and ‘directing traffic’ to the “good ones.”
Gavin: “I know why it called a Berry.”
Mom, intrigued: “Why?”
Gavin: “Because it berry prickly!”
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Photo: Atara Katz
In a moment
We become
Whole or fractured
Foe or chum.
In a jiffy
We select
What to support
Who to reflect.
In this moment
And the next
Choosing truth
Will reject hate.
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An Incoming Storm
Organize
To call hate by its name.
Mobilize
To tamp it with the fact:
That we all are equal
All human
All the same.
Organize
To nip the flames of violence
By speaking up
For truth.
Assemble
Not in fire
But in numbers
Old and youth.
Organize
To let terror have no place
It has no valid
Salute.
Marshal
Not guns or clubs
But tolerance
It is the only nationality
The one acceptable
Route.
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Photo: A. Asif
Destinations matter
But so does the path taken toward them.
Ends do not always justify the means
Or conveyance.
Lofty goals to imagined glory
Only have prerogative
If they do not burn
Destruction
Or trample others
In their wake.
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Photo: Dvora Freedman
In the midst of what glares
Too-hot stares
Reckless dares
Everywhere,
Find a moment to spare
Take a breath, be aware
Of the beauty
The air
And the hope
That we share
If we care
To embrace all that’s there
And declare
No despair
As we pledge
No warfare
And instead
Seek repair.
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Photo Credit: A. Asif
This photo taken by a family member during an extended trip, captures all the elements of life for me: The water that laps at the stone hearth; the dirt and rocks upon which the fire burns; the wood the earth had allowed the growth of; the small sample of water that the fire warms up to cook with other products of the earth – of water, air, light, and earth – to feed, fuel, and maintain the breath of those who walk upon it; the wisps of smokes blown by the breeze like tendrils of exhalations. And time … in the brief anticipation of a meal, the eternity of cycles of all life, the waning light of day, the push and pull of tides upon the water. Also relationships – the connections that sustain and maintain us – the meal soon-to-be-shared, the basking in the calm rest that follows a day of hard hiking. A completeness of a moment, and the story it tells of the moments that preceded and the ones upcoming.
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