Fates and Faiths

the old city osnathalperinbarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

In the depths of the city

Where new rubs shoulders

With old,

Uncounted passes of prayers

And woven statements

Enfold,

Fates and faiths of what’s been

And may yet find

Better ways

To be told.

 

 

For Wits-End Weekend Photo Challenge: repeating patterns

 

Under Cloudy Skies

clouded naamayehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Mountains brood

Under skies

Packed with cotton

Piled high

Wrapped in shadows

Near by.

Afternoon

In Chiang Mai.

 

 

For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Under Cloudy Skies

 

A Journey’s Blessing

Ethiopia14 DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

As you take the journey home,

May there be a light

To guide you.

As you take the journey home,

May all that’s necessary

Be with you.

As you take one step

After another,

May the energies

Sustain you.

And when you finally

Reach home,

May loving arms and hearts

Embrace you.

 

 

 

For Wits End Weekly Photo Challenge: The Journey Home

 

 

Snow Angel

snow angel ChagitMoriahGibor

Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

An angel had been here

But it is here no more.

All it left is an imprint

Of what could be, before.

Will it come back

To see us?

Will it our wishes grant?

Deep in sparkling snow

I don’t know

If it will

If it can’t.

 

 

For the Wits End weekly photo challenge: White on White

Beached Hopes

Beached AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

In the soft curl of foam

In the rush of cool waves

She will beach

She will trench

And will lay

Out her hopes

That a future

Will come.

 

 

For the Wits End Photo Challenge: Four legged friends

 

She Drives

down the mountain AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

Down the mountain

She drives

As fields await wheat

To arrive.

Down the mountain

She strives

Arrow straight

To a new life.

 

 

For Wits-End Photo Challenge: Road

 

Echoes Of Before

Old door Turkey OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Who had stepped through this door

Over thresholds

Before?

What words did old timber

Hear

In times gone but still near?

Do dormant secrets

Await

Behind a roped-to-close gate?

If you step close enough to

Go through

Will the past echo to you?

 

For the Wits End Photo Challenge: History

 

Parched No More

after the rain

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Rare drops join

To overflow

Silt and mud

On the go

Desert lands

Scoured so

A stream bed

Parched no more.

 

For the Wits End photo challenge: Moving water

Dedicated to the potential for life that desert rains bring … and to the young souls who were lost in a flash flood earlier this year.

 

Bottle Dance

bottle dancing

Photo: Atara Katz

 

If you come atop such

Bottled up

Glass

Be sure to not

Pass

Such opportune

Moment

For an impromptu

Dance class.

 

For the Wits End Photo Challenge: Illusions