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
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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Lean On
Like a dozen
Of sheaves
Full of harvest’s
New hope,
Lean on more
Than yourself
When you’ve been
Faced
With shock.
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Soul Soothing
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
In the silence of pre-dawn
Or the hush before the sunset
May your soul be soothed to know
Full widths of hope
Soft waves of deepest palette.
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Loophole Lookout
Photo: Amitai Asif
When strolling down
The winding
Road
Of history
And conflit,
Beware of loopholes
Hiding
Spies
With
Less than helpful
Motives.
Look up
Look out
For any who
Proclaim
They own the path
To righteous.
Most likely they
Have arrows
Meant
To guarantee
Their profit.
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Weathered Walls
Photo: Inge Vandormael
The stories told
By weathered walls
Still standing tall
After the fall
So like the lives of residents
Of old
Untold
Still hold.
(In the photo: The ruins of the Smallpox Hospital on Roosevelt Island, New York City)
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Deliver Delight
Photo: Edna Kichka
Drenched in joy
Steeped in love
Charm us all
With delight!
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Higher Ground
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
When some try to
Evoke
Vile contempt
Foul report,
There is much more
At stake
Than a furious
Retort.
Don’t fall prey
To miasmas of
Hate and closed minds.
Do not let lower standards
Become somehow enshrined.
Call it out.
Name it loud.
But refuse the dishonorable
As normed or allowed.
Choose to level
Above.
Give a hand.
Hold on tight.
To a firm
Higher ground.
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Weathered History
Photo: Amitai Asif
In the weathered rock
Old hands of time still tick away the measured strokes
Of chisels
Embedding prayers
And faith
Into the stone.
Aged but clear
The corner breathes centuries
Of memory and hope
Of light and lore
And much too much
War.
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Beauty From The Rough
Photo: Ofir Asif
Carve beauty
Out of woe.
Hew purpose
From the rough.
Sculpt meaning
To make good enough
What wasn’t
And yet
Somehow was
All you could
Know.
Carve beauty
Out of woe.
Find you
Inside
The flow.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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