My heart is overflowing,
teeming with complex emotions,
and my pen, figuratively speaking,
is writing (typing out) words again,
in response to the internal reservoir,
of all that remains to be said.
My muse? Ineffable, for He Knows all,
and is above and beyond all muses.
So, redeemed, is each word that I reckon,
as not my own, rather, from deep within,
a pool of reflection, tinged with a conscience,
and a consciousness, stemming
from the part of mankind’s soul,
that is connected to the Divine.
Additionally, I do not even know
how I can factor into the equation,
that Bolekhiv, my ancestral hometown,
is fifty-eight miles south of Lviv,
where several dozen of my relatives
were buried in mass graves,
during the Shoah.
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2 thoughts on “Past Memories, Current Events”
So sorry for your family. All of my words reflect the sadness I feel when I see what is happening in Ukraine.
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Thank you. Several generations on my father’s side. Somehow, the emotions are more present, in light of the situation in Ukraine.