Stir

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Stir

Receding white
yields to moist
patch of brown
and burnt brown
leaves of grass
White branch ,
sepia, taupe, sienna
dried and feathered
by the cold
Up reaching to the sky,
A dull stirring In the air
under a pale grey blue
of enduring daylight .
The sun gauzed
in a grey white haze
stubbornly relents
to its’ descent .

A Young Boy Had a Friend

A Young Boy Had a Friend

There was once a young boy

who

had a friend .

They laughed together
this friend and he
in flights of fantasy
and through rites of story
till finally
when the
day darkened
to sliver moonshine ,
the friend
descended down below
to that place
where the music
played  in subterranean beat
In those
Places where the work
was mostly done.
And that
young boy ,
he would learn
to live and to earn
as his friend did ,
to  have joy ,
to be tough
and determined
when he had to ,
but most
of all to be mindful
And always
to remember
those who were
and would be
his friends .

Children

Children

Children are trusting
with a natural tendency
to the good .
They are closer to the source .
When children are abused
psychologically or physically
in formative years
or at an early age
the only thing
they can conclude
Is that life is harsh, cruel
unforgiving and that somehow
they are to blame .
Their only conclusion can be
that they must be prepared
to deal with it
by not feeling
or sometimes acting
in a cruel, harsh or
manipulative way as well .
It takes a unique adult ,
often with help,
to become aware
and reverse that kind of
damage done to the child .
Treat your children kindly.
Show them responsibility.
Teach them discipline,
but also respect for others .
Most importantly
give them love .
Children need the love
of both parents
to learn to love themselves .
Can we really blame
the thief, the murderer,
sociopath, or psychopath ?

Line of the Sky

Line of the Sky

Turquoise sky
blue hued rose
clear and bright ,
light  
that meets
grey and purple line
of cloud,
shrouding day in cover .
Why?
What passage
of time and place is this ,
that now
we gaze upon the face
and recognize the past ,
the times gone by,
So long ago,
so familiar ,
so lost ,
yet present
In a memory ?

Now when Yeshua…

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Now when Yeshua saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

“Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

“Do not think that I have come to abolish the Torah or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them. I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Torah until everything is accomplished. Anyone who breaks one of the least of these commandments and teaches others to do the same will be called least in the kingdom of heaven, but whoever practices and teaches these commands will be called great in the kingdom of heaven. For I tell you that unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers of the Law, you will certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven.

Beautiful Word

Rabbi Did You Say

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Rabbi Did You Say

Rabbi Did You Say

Rabbi ,
did you say
you have spoken
with Messiah ,
and that in time
he will come ,
on Ariel’s passing ,
whose brain
now
but a grape
squeezed ,
to dark ink ,
sweet ruddy wine,
long picked
like a saffron rose
from a stem of thorns?
Did you draw the
crosses in your
prayer book ?
In your recitations,
and your songs,
Illuminate us
with his presence,
righteous
transforming lion
of the creator,
as you tell us
of his footsteps
on the plain and
in the dawn ,
overshadowed
by the dark
blossom
of His bosom’s Love.

Lovers Parted Death

He sat on boat edge
as the boatman
with ancient oar
strummed rhythm
on the water .
She waited
on the other shore
Facing west
back turned away
In
fear
of a losing glance
again.
She refrained
from turning
as she flung back a hand
In an eastern direction
in a longing salutation
And the boat
it seemed up so high ,
floating on the air
above the water
as in winged embrace
the angel
held them
both together
and spirited
them away .