Conjure Hope

Light IlyaRashap

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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It’s a Puzzle!

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

“Can animals be naked?” he asked, his little forehead creased in perplexed concentration.

“Naked how?” I responded. “Animals don’t usually wear clothes. People may dress their dogs with coats or booties if its raining or snowing, but even that only sometimes.”

He waved me off. “I’m not talking about dogs, even.”

I smiled. The kindergartener’s contenance was a smaller version of adolescents’ exasperation at the ‘know-nothing-adults’ they are somehow expected to live with.

“Oh, okay.” I conceded, “I guess I misunderstood. What did you mean, then?”

“Other things. Like, um … snakes.”

“Snakes?!” I repeated.

“Yeah.” He moved his head up and down for emphasis. “Because I think maybe a snake took his clothes off and ran away and now he’s naked.”

Comprehension slithered in to lift my confusion. “Was this when you went to visit your grandma in Arizona?”

He nodded again. “It looked like a snake but it was only snake clothes.”

I grinned. “I think you saw a snake skin shed! How cool! But don’t worry, it still has skin on its body. You see, when a snake’s skin is too small for it, it grows new skin underneath and then it wriggles out of the old skin and sheds it inside out like a sock.”

The little boy narrowed his eyes and inspected my expression to see if I was perhaps pulling his leg. What he saw in my face must’ve reassured him.

“Good,” he said. “Because I didn’t want everyone to see his privates.”

 

 

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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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Loophole Lookout

Merge AmitaiAsif

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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Static In The Air

Never again7 OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

There is static in the air,

Discord at what can no longer

Remain unchallenged.

There’s a buzz

To hold accountable

The hate and prejudice that has no space

Among the truly civilized.

 

There is hope amidst the noise:

The march of feet and hearts

That will not stay silent

At disrespect and bullying.

The sparks of light

That multiply to pull aside

The medieval darkness

Some wish to blanket over progress.

 

There is static in the air.

It crackles with potential.

May it smother ignorance

With wisdom.

May it end violence

Through empathy

And tolerance.

 

 

P.S. Since several of you had contacted me to ask about the photo: my nephew took this photo at the Gas Chambers in Auschwitz. The staining on the ceiling is from the Zyklon B poison. I thought this photo was an apt backdrop for the evils of racism and why it cannot be allowed to rise, no matter where or against whom or by.

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Higher Ground

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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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Beauty From The Rough

carver OfirAsif

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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No Longer Forlorn

 

Joey asleep InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the echoing

Hearts

Of the gnawing

Alone

There blooms

Hope

For the day

They’re

No longer

Forlorn.

 

 

 

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Treat With Care

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Treat this world

With care.

The wounds of past

The acts of now —

They are your very

Heartbeat

And weave

Your children’s

Only

Shelter.

 

 

 

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