Connect the dots between your values and emotions, making a string of your deeds, in alignment with the seeds of renewal and rebirth, storing gems in heaven, for all to see, like the stars that light up the nighttime sky.
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.
Laziness is a foe, that takes its toll in due time, when regret seeps into the mind, for not having done what is primary. Like a shadow, always tugging at the sleeve, reminding of what was neglected. When will I get a-round to it?