Solstice Supplication

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

 

Light stretches

On this day

To hold a hope

For those beset

By darkness.

May golden rays

Wrap hugs

Around the tears

At a world’s

Tipping point.

 

 

 

Walk The Future

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Hold my hand

And we’ll go

Up the hill

As we sow

Seeds of light

For the thrill

Of just watching

You grow.

 

 

For The Sunday Stills Challenge: Future

Kind of Famous

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

“I’ll be famous,” she said, twirling and eyeing her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a particularly twirl-worthy skirt and a shiny pair of sandals.

“Yep, famous,” she repeated with finality. She spun a few more times then stopped mid-turn to face me. “Do you know what famous means?”

I raised an eyebrow in half-query, half-invitation. Children’s explanations are immensely more informing than anything I might attempt to guess at.

“It means everybody knows you and everybody likes you a lot.”

“It does?” I lent a slight undulation to my voice in what I hoped was just a smidge of challenge for the second part.

She’s a perceptive little one. She caught it. Paused. Frowned. Pursed her lips and pursed them again in front of the mirror to inspect the effect. “Well, everybody knows famous people,” she countered and puckered her lips a few more times to make a point. “But … maybe not everybody likes them?”

I smiled and raised my eyebrow again.

She straightened and crossed the room to lean into me. “Because some famous people can be bad?”

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Some. Sometimes people get famous but not for very good things.”

She nodded into my side. “Like Hitler and … you know?”

“Yes. Hitler … and some other people … are known for doing very very bad things.”

“I don’t want to be that kind of famous.”

I gave her a squeeze. “I understand. I wouldn’t worry … You are nothing like that … You have a beautiful, loving, caring heart. It’s not a bad thing to want to be famous. Most famous people aren’t bad. Most people in general aren’t bad. Famous and not famous ones.”

She leaned into me a moment longer. She knows hardship. Young as she is, the pain of cruel actions isn’t abstract to her.

I took a deep breath to remind her she was safe. She followed. Took another. Shook the pensive worry off and looked down into her magnificently twirl-worthy skirt.

“Well,” she stood and made a quick half-turn, watching the edges of the fabric lift and roil and dance and fly. “I’ll be the good kind of famous.” She walked back to the full-length mirror to reinspect her reflection. “The beautiful heart kind …”

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Let Laughter

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Let laughter

Ripple through you

Like ribbons

Of joy.

Let it fill you

With mirth.

Let it buoy you

Aloft

When the world

Tilts ahoy.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Tide Turn

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

May the tide turn

May the flow return

May the long days of summer

Calm the ongoing churn.

May the sun warm cold hearts

Give their minds better charts

May the surf’s ancient drummer

Pulse a path to new starts.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Make a River

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Make this rivulet

Of hope

Into a river

Of change.

Let a movement

For kindness

And the trickle

Of sooth,

Become a wave

Blue and wide enough

To hold the full depths

Of what should have always been

Self-evident truths.

 

 

For The Daily Post

What to Bestow

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

We may be called,

And especially

In times of turmoil,

To bestow

More light

Than woe.

It may be necessary

To bequeath

To awe

Over righteousness.

To confer,

With our own footsteps,

The high road

Not the low.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Glimmers of Hope

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Photo: Toni Hadi

 

Even in chaos

Where foul mouths and ill deeds offer little beyond

Spin and mope,

You can find and define many glimmers

Of hope:

In the smiles of a child,

In the buds that push up from a freshly thawed ground,

In expanding delight of inquiring minds,

In the light that reflects from a window just shined,

In the wriggling joy of a pup under hand,

In humanity’s goals that your heart understands,

Your soul now demands,

And your words and your acts and your vote get behind.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Light Luster

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Light reflects

Days to nights

As old times

Watch new heights.

Ancient stone

Understands

Stories fought

Upon sands.

Waves recall

Rise and fall

Of the ebb

And the flow

Of times come

And times go.

 

 

For The Daily Post