One last glance...

In honor of Pesach here's a post from 3 years ago that I love...Have a Chag Kosher V'Sameach







“Tashuri MeRosh Emunah..” Shir HaShirim
The Midrash says that there is a mountain on the northern border of Eretz Yisroel called Emunah. Just before we enter Eretz Yisroel for the final time we will stop there and sing one last song..our last song in exile....

On a hilltop..
Pre-dawn..
Looking into the distance..
A signal has been given..
The eastern winds are picking up..
Soon it’ll be time to go..
Give me a moment..please
Let me glance back
One more time
Let me remember
The hard times
The lonely times
When it was just me and you..
When it was sooo so hard..
Beaten
Seduced
Mocked
My hand firmly in yours
Warm..
Secure..
All we had was faith..
And now I look across the border
in disbelief
Tired eyes adjusting
The hills are dancing..
The whole universe is waiting
For us..
Let me glance back
One more time
I’ll miss our special time..
When it was just me and you..
I’ll miss you..
Galus

Now..let's go...



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footsteps

the world..
....she slumbers
res tle s sly
twisting
.......and turning
writhing...
......straddling
the line between
......dream and
sleep..
when suddenly






...........footsteps


...faint
creaking
through the
house

no..

...yes definitely


rips you
....you into
intense reality
your heartbeat
quickens HARD
...you sit up
in the dark...

...and he stands
there..
magnificent
...at the door
and smiles
"..so you wanted to know
how it's possible?"



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it's time

the warm breeze
caresses
the slumbering
.....earth

like yellow periscopes...
.....in a greenbrown sea
small daffodil scouts
...tentatively
peek their little heads
...out of the ground
and look around..

..before
motioning to
the silent..underground
world of flora and fauna..
..... the coast is clear

it's time



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********

I seem to have
....misplaced
the password

to my
....mind


and silly me
..that's where I have
it stored


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march thaw

awkwardly stuck, he stands over there..
sphere upon sphere upon sphere
drooping haphazardly b'yond his control
smaller and smaller where once he stood tall

Top hat overturned at proverbial feet
just out of reach of his limb on the street
he watches in horror as his makers ignore
their creation and embrace his implacable foe

Every man has his season, though one things for sure
a snowman is no man to be in March thaw




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