Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Take your time
As you climb.
Hold the rail.
Breathe in. Exhale.
On the stair way
Of life
Steps of joy
Steps of strife.
Both the rise
And descent
Are energies
Quite well spent,
As long as your heart
Can extend
To see a tad
‘Round the bend.
For the Which Way Challenge
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Going up?
Sliding down?
Where is north?
Where’s the sun?
In perspective
And life
Every day
Every time,
Slant will shape
The view
You’ll find.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
Photo: Yisca Freeman
What matters most
Are those we wrap
In loving arms
To keep from harm.
What matters most
Are those who hold
All future steps
Yet to unfold.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a week challenge
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
It is time to make time
For the truth
Of what happened.
It is time to make space
For what some wished
Not be known.
It is time to take heed
Of the lengths went
To smother
The misdeeds and bad choices
So the fake
Will take hold.
It is time to revisit
Civic duty and justice
And refuse to permit
Free reign for hate,
Greed and lies.
It is time to return
To the truth.
For in fact it has long been
Well way past
The time.
Photo: Ofir Asif
“They are not welcome here,” the Chief decreed.
His eyes regarded the troop that was his to protect. The land was plentiful, but his soul recalled the stories of Times of Famine, when many had been reduced to skin and bone and many more had died. Legend had it that The Others had brought it on, had taken more than was their share, and angered rain from falling, seeds from growing.
He sensed Bannu’s discontent. Chiefs didn’t have to grant permission for anyone’s opinion. Life showed him, however, that good Chiefs balanced silencing with persuading.
“Bannu?” he grunted.
“What if they return with more of their kind?” The youngster’s sparse ruff bristled apprehension.
The Chief nodded. Foresight was rare. The youth had potential. It also made him someone to watch out for.
“If they challenge us,” the Chief bared teeth and growled an answer and a warning. “We fight.”
Photo: Inbar Asif
I will leave the light on
For you and those still lost.
I will leave the light on
For nights when stars hide most.
I will leave the light on
Even if some say I’m wrong.
I will leave the light on
So you know that you belong.
I will leave the light on
During storms and gale and snow.
I will leave the light on
Just so you see and know.
Photo: Amitai Asif
As cold wind blows
And worries grow,
Squirrel away
Soul sustenance
And stash fresh hope.
As harsh congeals
And harm leans close,
Squirrel away
Good words of heart:
They’ll help you cope.
For the RDP Sunday challenge: Squirrel
Photo: Inbar Asif
May you find a place of comfort
May you have someone to hold
May your heart be soothed to purring
May your spirit not be cold
May cruel winters turn kind summers
May you hear true stories told
May you leave behind the sorrow
May you see the good unfold.
For The Tuesday Photo Challenge: Comfort
For the dVerse challenge: utopia
Photo: R. RozenZvi
I see you
Taking steps
Into faith
And thin air,
Holding hope
Like a rickety railing
Buffeted by winds
That had blown away
Trust in
A safe step
Anywhere.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translucent in 29 words
Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com
How will I know
The taste of freedom
If I am locked
Inside a cage?
How will I find
A true horizon
When I am of
Tender age?
Where will my parents be
Tomorrow?
Will army men
Lock them away?
How will I know
If I will get to see them
Once again
One day?
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