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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Photo: Dvora Freedman
Minds can whisper
Souls can sing
Inklings
Wishes
Life to bring.
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
In the silence of pre-dawn
Or the hush before the sunset
May your soul be soothed to know
Full widths of hope
Soft waves of deepest palette.
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: Amitai Asif
Funnel light
Into your heart.
Feed hope
Right
Through
The tightest
Narrows.
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Finally
The time is near
To wrap up yet
Another year
To open
Doors
To better cheer
So stale old fogs
Can slowly clear
And fresh
New hopes
Appear.
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Photo: Ofir Asif
“In theory,” she said,
“The world’s all you need it to be.”
“In theory,” he nodded,
“It is indeed already so.”
They slacked their thirst
As the hypothesis of plenty
Sprawled below them,
Undulating hope.
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Photo: A. Asif
Do not feed the gremlins,
The worries
The woes
Do not feed the problems,
The myriad of “No”s.
Feed instead shoots of hope
Tender hearts
Ways to cope,
Feed the thanks
And the kindness,
Feed the soul
Evermore
With all things
Grateful
For.
11/27/2017 Update: This poem has been put into music by the talented composer Maggie Bell. Enjoy!
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The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment become a place one is pushed out of or needs to run away from. The connection felt even more apt with how the holidays bring up for so many the very realities and stories of a home (or lack thereof).
“Apples in Applath” is a work of fiction, yet very real children do fall victim to policies and realities not of their choice or making. Also real is that what makes a home or family is not always immediately obvious; and that hope and wariness, need and conscience, often compete inside one’s soul as one seeks a safe space to call home.
I’m very excited for “Apples in Applath” – my fourth book and third novel. I hope you’ll check it out and share it with others who may find an interest. I hope that it may find a home in yours.
Even more so, my wish for you — and for all who are or once were children — is that you’ll always have a safe nest to call home.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
When problems seem to swell up
Overnight
And worry gives a boon
To fret and fright
It can help to remind
That while some puffy mushrooms
Do hold spite
Many are more air
Than actual might.
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