Conjure Hope

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Photo: Ilya Rashap

 

Conjure hope

From odd bits

Of despair.

Recall the magic

Of compassion

Summoned from thin air.

Remember how small light

Brightens

Everywhere.

 

 

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Mnemonically Challenged

 

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“I failed the test,” she sighed and let her book bag slump to the floor.

“What test, and I’m so sorry.” I responded.

“Social studies. History stuff. I studied so hard!” She plunked herself into the chair. Dejection personified. “Who put all those stupid names and dates in there, anyway?”

“Names and dates can be really difficult to remember,” I noted. “I find it helpful to connect them with the story of what happened, or with something else to remind of what the name or date relate to.”

“Yeah, well,” her eyes rose to meet mine, accusatory at my not understanding she just needed me to let her vent. “But you are not mnemonically challenged!”

 

 

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Still Mystified

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

There is magic

In remaining

A bit

Stumped

By life.

Bewilderment may well

Reverberate

The strings of

Myth

Enough to generate

A perch for

Understanding.

 

 

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The Glorious Unfurling

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

Do not stifle

Truth

Or hope.

Hold fast the

Pieces

That were

In fear

Squelched back

Or were suppressed

By those pretending

To be

Righteous.

Let go.

Let be

The glorious unfurling

Of your being.

It is who you have been

Meant

To grow into

Before

And all along.

 

 

 

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Due Dominance

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“Dominant does not mean domineering,” she said. “It does not need to mean oppressive or demeaning.”

“A true leader leads with kindness,” she added. “They govern with understanding and resolve, not ego, hate, or petty revenge.”

A cardboard sign was tied to her walker with green bread twists. It read: “I’m old enough to know how this ends.”

The faded purple blue tattoo on her arm was evidence of having lived through what most would deem un-survivable. She had survived, and came out the other side not only alive but vibrating with a kind of solid empathy that no one would mistake for weakness.

She did not raise her voice but nonetheless it carried. Or maybe it was her energy that created a little centripetal force-field around her. People stopped by. Leaned in to hear more. Some took her photo.

“Authority needs to be bestowed, not taken,” she noted, and I couldn’t help but think that someone ought to hire this little old lady, this walking wisdom slogan-machine.

The sun washed over the sea of people, signs, distant chants, knit hats. A puppy barked and a child’s exuberant peal of laughter carried on the wind.

“Hear that?” The old woman smiled. “That’s power.”

“And that,” she waved a wrinkled hand to encircle the swelling crowds. “That’s due dominance.”

 

 

 

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Tardy Times

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Sometimes I know

The pace of

Tardy,

Slow but

Stubborn,

Will outwit

My best laid plans.

Goalposts redrawn.

 

 

 

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Blink Of An Eye

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the blink of an eye

Life shifts gears

Age speeds by

To leave tears

On a cheek

As in one glancing streak

Years flash

Full

Of mystique.

 

 

 

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