There are moments
When everyone is not enough
And everything breaks our hearts
Those moments crash into us
No warning, we stumble Into the abyss
Perhaps we weren’t watching, just singing silly songs.
Grief pours from us
We stumble around blindly, carefully
Not touching anything
For although everyone reaches out
They cannot replace the one
That we know was everything.
What really keeps me up at night
Is the hum of muses
As fragments of old words and songs
Seep into my soul
Tickle my senses, diffuses.
The heat of the day
Still warming my bones
Gone, as the moon rises
Accepting the worship
Due the fading Friday sun, alone.
I can still hear it.
The gleeful laugh of my children
Through the sheen of my tears
Fluttering away in the twilight, gone
Fading into the great unknown, again.
Photo of my Mom, Grandma Bunchek my four children and their cousins…happy summer vacations in Minnesota.
Chaos sits
Teetering
On the edge
Of every
New day.
Chaos refuses
To ask
Permission
To join
The conversation
Just preys.
Chaos offers
Nothing
Unravelling
Life in
Unexpected
Ways.
Chaos never
Leaves
Of its
Own accord
We chase
Butterflies away.
Art: Containing Chaos. (Michael Lang)
(An ode to my sister Joyce. Gone but not forgotten. April was her birthday month)
Remember daisy chains?
We wove them nimbly
In fragile wreaths
Hung about our necks
Wilted in the summer sun
Dancing with us in the meadows
To be cast to ocean breezes
Tuned in to each other’s breath
Pledging to never forget us
As they floated forever away.
In the darkest dark
Seeds germinate
Take root, break apart
Push determinately
Through the night
Dark thoughts cannot remain
Concealed forever
But come to light, burst in birth
When they come in contact
With the morning bright
Which waits to greet all
Who try to grow, to test their worth
Just for spite
When words get stuck
and I have no lips
to You I’ll come
I’ll tell You
that something is missing
In me
You’ll tell me
That even if I shut the door
on your foot
I am to remember
that when I take you for granted
You will still be there
standing
patient
but in silence
a waiting that stretches
into eternity
empty
Until I remember
The tomb.
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and rains down
grace instead.
Art (Parshat Naso) Yolanda Raanan The Priestly Blessing
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