Indefinitely

Photo credit: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

They didn’t know when Power would return.

When they’d be allowed to leave.

Only that it would have to.

Because it had been promised. And they’d been raised to listen. And believe.

The grid was down. The streets were bare. The shelves that once were filled to the brim were naked in the lanterns’ glare.

It mattered none.

When they had faith.

Power had said, before he left, the back of the car packed with goods he “had to take to the needier elsewhere,” that they were meant to wait, “indefinitely, if need be.”

An test of faith.

Till death.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Water Line

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She took herself onto the cliff each morning. Obedient. Observant. Obeisant.

Obscure as her faith seemed to those who did not understand, she nonetheless kept fast to her beliefs. To her practice. Those who shook their head did so due to limits in their vision. Their blindness did not diminish the veracity of what was, to her, as real as the rock she sat on.

She did not belittle other people’s inability.

As she wished they did not deride what they declared her “foolishness.”

To her, it was a line she drew. Of kindness. Or on harder days, of patience.

A mirror to the line that stretched across the water to reflect the passage of the Glories. The empyrean beings that took pain to skim the water in her favor.

In all their favor.

As protection.

From the monsters of the deep.

The ones she knew. The one she’d seen.

 

 

 

For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

 

 

Time To Unlock

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Morning bells reverberated in the ancient alleyways, echoing against well-worn stone.

He rose to make his way from the humble room he slept in, to the place of worship his soul knew as his actual home.

The Old City of Jerusalem. The holy place named for harmony, recompense, greeting, and – with hopes for higher roads to be achieved – for wholeness, safety, and peace.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unlock in 63 words

 

Copious Fortune

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Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi

 

Where gold leaf

Lends good fortune

And the crowds

Come to pray,

Shines the hum

Of the many

Wishing for plenty

Today.

 

 

For the RDP Monday challenge: Copious

 

 

Antiquated

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Now in the antiquated, hollowed space,

Prayers no longer have to brace

Against an aged, leaded grace.

Even as wall and ceiling hold

Cold memories of gilded old

And toil of many, still untold,

Awed orison can freely rise

Released from threat of long demise,

Through open air into the skies.

 

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Weathered History

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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.

 

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Undulating Resolve

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

When resolve wobbles,

When your heart

Worries at

Goals

And your fingers

Forget

Their own

Flow –

Recall how

Every wave

Oscillates

To and fro,

How

The ocean

Itself

Undulates

Onto each

Remote

Shore.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Built for Faith

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

This photo of an ancient synagogue in the Golan in Israel brings up both the frailty and sturdiness of history. The Jewish house of worship in the photo is many centuries old. It reflects millennia of Jewish connection to the area, along with the realities of wars, destruction, exile, division, and battles over God and faith, righteousness and identity … All of which continue to this day … in many faiths and identifications … all over the world.

I look at this photo and where some might see ruins, I see times of destruction and times of rebuilding. I see a testament to time’s eternal light. I feel awe at the masonry and workmanship, at the symmetry and the human stories these walls had seen, heard, lived, know. People have gathered to worship communally in this synagogue, as humans of all faiths had gathered in places of worship around the world before and since. At its core, a house of worship – be it made of bricks, wood, stone, or out in open nature; whether it praises one God or the many deities of spirituality – holds the potential to bring people closer together and closer to appreciating creation and the need for compassion and gratitude.

Geography shifts, empires shuffle people around, greed blinds, circumstances and propaganda preach division (and sometimes even hate and violence), but at its very foundation, humanity withstands, faith remains, hope endures.

May we build on strength and community. May our foundations always hold true and strong.

 

For Tuesday Photo Challenge