The waxing and the waning of my life, through seasons past, and in anticipation of future journeys yet unknown, has me wondering, as I rest in limbo, while the world turns, where will my soul yearn for, when mountains crumble and seas roar. Only for Jerusalem, the Holy City that stands in stark relief against a background of world events, that spin around the epicenter; and the moon watches over the shadows of the night shifting across the continents.
These transitions, from a full-fledged pandemic to societal transformation; life in Ukraine as usual, shifted overnight into war, with millions of refugees fleeing their homes; the American status quo, undermined by a Woke Revolution; these are all more than the natural ebb and flow of the tides of civilization can bear. From one new moon to another, it is the uncertain nature of the half-moon, in between, that compels us to wonder, what will cause the whole world to careen, with the aftershocks of the next great cataclysm, whether, natural or man-made.
Saving souls from death,
the angels appear on earth,
to gather us home.
Breathing Inspiration 
what will cause the whole world to careen… and will the angels appear… it does seem like a frantic rush towards an end that can only be saved by something more gentle…perhaps!
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Love this.❤️
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I like the juxtaposition of personal and wider political reflections, Tzvi. I like the way you describe your life as spinning by ‘in a blur, while the moon itself watches over the shadows of the night shifting across the continents’ to progress to world problems. I agree that ‘these are all more than the natural ebb and flow of the tides of civilization can bear’. Angels would be more than welcome.
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At least we can count on the constancy of the moon cycle. And angels, of course. This is lovely. Thanks.
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