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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Photo: Amitai Asif
Spill the beans
On what is
And never
Should’ve made
Secret.
Share the stories
You know
And others
Also
Have lived.
Find the balance
Between
Private stashes
Of sorrow
And the tender joys
To be had
In remembering
Both.
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Little Roo. Photo: Marnie Russ
The runt of the litter. The smallest of smalls.
A birth’s afterthought. The last of the lot.
She was given some frowns.
She was given less hope.
She was not much to look at.
A long shot, underdog.
Yet inside her she had something fierce
At her core
She was never the winner
But she was something more:
She worked harder than hard
She learned patience from woe
She grew up,
She believed
She perceived and she saw,
She found footholds in smiles
She made steps from each praise
She climbed up rungs of hardship
Found her stride
Found her ways
To amaze.
Click her for more about Little Roo’s story
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