This is one
This is one
The repose of this seal makes me smile … The serene surrender to a nap, oblivious to walkers by; the wannabe-seals of the rocks behind; the temporary real-estate afforded by low tide; the breathing surf that must be humming onto sand; the calm potential for the world around.
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.
If the distance’s too far
And the winning too tempting
There is always the tummy
To improve odds
The tender bloom stays but few days
Yet made of atoms forged
And will remain
As it transforms
To almond, seed, tree, earth, person:
In passing we will know
The paths of time
The way to grow:
The to and fro
Knock-knock, who’s there, inside this hole?
Who dug a circle in the wall?
Does someone live inside this space?
Is it a little fairy’s place?
Knock-knock, who’s there? I want to know.
Will you come out before I go?
I’m sorry that I’ve come to peek
But oh, I do love hide-and-seek!
2nd helping of this week’s Photo Challenge
What are they looking at?
What did she want to see?
What hides behind that high stone wall?
What on earth could it be?
I tried to turn the image ’round
And it would not let me.
This photo oh does ever pique
Up they climb
Ring-round they go
To reach a slide
To spin them
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