Churn and Roil

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

In the winds

Of turmoil,

Hold on tight

Don’t recoil.

For all change,

Churn and roil,

Shapes the earth

Feeds the soil.

 

 

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I’d Rather

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

I’d rather be

As I am

Just in a world

Less fraught

With wrong

And sorrow.

And yet,

If in my druthers

Things were not

Exactly as they are

In both joy and dismay,

What would make me

Be exactly

As I am

Today?

 

 

 

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And Suddenly

 

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

 

“And suddenly,” she said,

“Life is not simple anymore.

Or was it never

And I just did not seem

To know?”

 

 

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A Meter Above

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Photo: Pinterest

 

He came in with a poem.

“I used to hate this stuff,” he noted, holding the page face down so I won’t peek while he explains. “But after you showed me ‘A Light in the Attic’ and told me what all this poetry word salad stuff means …” He grinned, pleased at being able to insert one of the expressions from last week. “I think it’s kinda’ fun, actually.”

He lifted his hand from the page, but left it hovering an inch above the white expanse. “You might not like this,” he warned. “It’s sort of a rap song. You know. People my age like those …”

I chuckled. “I know I’m much older than you but I actually don’t mind rap. It’s only when the language is really inappropriate that I don’t care for it.”

He peered at me, only half-convinced. “Anyway … no cuss words here. Even my mom said it’s fine. The first words are from her fridge magnet thingy.”

He turned the page and cleared his throat. “But tell me if you really like it, okay?” he glanced up, suddenly a lot less certain and a lot more the little boy. He took a deep breath. “Here goes …”

“As above

So below.

We learn more

As we go.

So make sure

To go slow.”

 

 

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Static In The Air

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

There is static in the air,

Discord at what can no longer

Remain unchallenged.

There’s a buzz

To hold accountable

The hate and prejudice that has no space

Among the truly civilized.

 

There is hope amidst the noise:

The march of feet and hearts

That will not stay silent

At disrespect and bullying.

The sparks of light

That multiply to pull aside

The medieval darkness

Some wish to blanket over progress.

 

There is static in the air.

It crackles with potential.

May it smother ignorance

With wisdom.

May it end violence

Through empathy

And tolerance.

 

 

P.S. Since several of you had contacted me to ask about the photo: my nephew took this photo at the Gas Chambers in Auschwitz. The staining on the ceiling is from the Zyklon B poison. I thought this photo was an apt backdrop for the evils of racism and why it cannot be allowed to rise, no matter where or against whom or by.

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Make Conversation

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Make conversation

With your heart.

Put into words

The beat

The pulse

The hope

The life.

Make conversation

With the rhythms

Of your mind.

Get to know

You

As you would

A best friend

A soulmate

A reluctant

Spirit guide.

 

 

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