words from the soul
It is ugly, this beauty. It aches in a way that tastes of bile. The light reflecting off the wall shines a spotlight on the pain...the empty feeling where feeling should be...her presence missing from the picture. Dusk. The in-between. Where the day is and isn't. Starting and beginning...the pause between the two. I am … Continue reading Paused.
The fires crackle again…it’s that time of year… The fields rustle…and gently sway…as the flames leap closer… Towards dried stalks of wheat and barley…an offering… Burning…burning…burning… Where are you? Shouts the snaking river of heat… Searching…for something more…something real…to consume… And the walls…surrounding her…hiding the pain…in the name of salvation…almost ready to fall… They will … Continue reading These Three Weeks
The air is spliced by the deafening sound of anger, hate, and rage. Silence. One…two…three… We erupt in movement, our thoughts singular, our hearts united, as we clean the blood-soaked streets. We call, we confirm, we asses, all the while churning thoughts of hope, courage, and strength through our weary minds. It is all so … Continue reading Move Me
You have been written about, sung about, and prayed about. You have been featured in the greatest poems by the greatest poets. Every aspect of your being has been explored. Yet, when I approach you each day, I cannot describe you at all. Each and every day I am assaulted by the vision of you, … Continue reading Forever, My Yerushalayim
Colloquially Speaking 