Frozen Fire

The recalcitrance

of the heart of Pharaoh,

his refusal to acknowledge G-d,

shook him to the marrow,

as the hail descended.

The miraculous nature of fire within ice,

wreaked havoc on the land

and briefly brought him to his senses;

this was G-d’s hand.

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A Heart Transformed

Oh, ruinous soul,
shall you continue in your negativity?
The threads are bare, exposing your despair,
consuming even the sparks of hope,
that need time to be fanned into flames
of promise for renewal in your life.

—– —– —– —– —–
What of strife? It serves no purpose,
unless transcended when the challenge is met.
What of worldly comfort? (Never to be of avail
to the uncomfortability of a restless soul).
What of love? That can only flourish
in a heart transformed by G-d alone.

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Gazing Upon You

How can I steer a steady course,

toward Your benevolence and kindness?

Only by giving the helm

to Your guidance and direction.

How can I remain on the path

toward Your promises?

Only by fixing my gaze upon You,

rather than on this world.

—– —– —– —–

And, yet, if I am fortunate,

Your gaze also rests upon me.

For, how can I maintain

this grace bestowed upon me,

except to receive what You give?

And, how can I obtain peace of mind,

except to give of myself to others?

—– —– —– —–

For You have shown us the way,

through Your attributes of mercy,

that are freely given at Your discretion,

despite our lack of merit.

And, You are the first and the last,

Your presence will rest upon Israel.

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Pinnacle

Ancient dreams careen

when we view things unseen

to the unaided eye, existing

from the beginning of time,

as we now reckon the days.

Yet, we are always

searching for something new,

constantly gravitating towards

what is novel, yet transient,

as all earthly pleasures are.

Yet, beyond this road paved with glitter,

and littered with the empty wrappers

of fleeting moments, is a Way –

stamped with the approval of Heaven,

lit by the light shining down from Above.

If we are not yearning

for something that is of lasting value,

then everything we experience

will drift away into the ether,

and fall back to earth as rain,

the ever present pouring down

of heavenly tears.

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Thoughts in Collision

Two patterns of thought, collide with each other;

the first is redefined by the second, in totale,

digesting, and absorbing its nutrients, until absolved

of its contradictions, ready to be transformed once more.

As this progressive alteration of the original continues,

the main themes remain, while the corollaries are transmuted,

reshaped for the sake of channeling theory into praxis.

—– —– —– —– —– —– —–

Thus, the Hegelian dynamic of the Spirit,

working via the dialectic, reshaping history,

was recalibrated by Marx as dialectical materialism,

a historical process stripped bare of any spiritual component.

When his worldview failed to replicate itself in Europe,

(although, it was successful at consuming both Russia and China),

the intellectuals who had swallowed the bitter pill, and found it sweet,

sought to reframe the overall design, making it more palatable to the West.

—– —– —– —– —– —– —– —–

By way of the machinations of the neoMarxists at the Frankfort School,

a monster was tamed, enough to appear acceptable

within the confines of its cultural makeover,

giving rise to the birth of cultural Marxism;

and its progeny branched out like fractals, within American society,

as each imitation of the whole, began to engulf adherents,

both idealogues, and what Lenin derogatively referred to as “useful idiots.”

—– —– —– —– —– —– —–

The amalgamation became so complete,

that today, the reborn pattern that appears to be whole,

can only be recognized as Marxism, by the sum of its parts,

when the eye of the beholder will steadfastly take the opportunity

to closely examine the varied dimensions of the renamed monstrosity,

that has crisscrossed across the land, weaving a complex tapestry

of interrelated forms of cultural transformation and moral decline,

conveniently packaged as liberating acts of social justice.

Hence, the proliferation of Wokism continues,

in the wake of its former manifestations.

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Seeking Him

Give thanks to His name,

despite everything that seems to be in disarray.

Proclaim His acts across the land,

and offer a helping hand,

to those in need.

Sing words of praise to Him,

even when things do not appear to be going well.

Play music in His honor,

and in the splendor of holiness,

worship Him.

Let your heart rejoice

in the provision of the L-RD,

for His grace abounds,

and the level of His mercy

cannot be found out.

Always search out the L-RD,

and seek His countenance,

a refuge in the storms of life,

a guide to all your challenges

along the way home.

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The Stone

Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

concretized in time, once a decision’s made.

A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,

in favor of the one, that changes everything.

—– —– —–

A blanket of snow in winter, covers

all growth, that has since decayed.

Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;

consolation to the cobwebs of the past.

Summer bears the burden of responsibility,

when all is brought to the light of truth.

In preparation for the autumn leaves,

that will fall gently to the ground.

—– —– —–

These natural cycles are determined

by more factors than our own choices.

I was once given a polished stone,

a constant reminder of silence.

Our Prayers Will Not be Stifled

Prayer is tempered by tragedy,

ringing like cymbals in the ears of G-d.

This kind of prayer

reverberates in the Heavens.

These are the prayers of the faithful,

while under duress in basements,

with the pounding of missiles,

and the screaming sirens.

Secure, while huddled underground,

in a place of refuge & prayer,

within our hearts, every minute, pulsing.

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Seek to Be

The Blue Yellow Tree” by Vika Muse @get.muse In the artist’s own words:
“Escaping into the fantasy world helps to overcome the feeling of permanent anxiety caused by the war.”

Sending branches into the sky,

and roots down into the earth;

we seek to be lifted on high,

for all that we are worth.

In this world there is always a cost,

when the soul aspires to pursue

what freedom may bring, despite what is lost;

the body grieves, yet hope will ensue.

Dreams are the essence of ascent,

while our roots tether us to the ground;

inspiration keeps the goal in sight,

where our strength can be found.

We are nourished by our heritage,

our values, beliefs, and prayers,

even without the proper leverage

to move the mountains in our way.

Our trust in G-d Above will not diminish,

even in the midst of the flaming arrows of the enemy;

hope in an unseen future of peace is our wish,

even when lives are uprooted, dreams remain.

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Ukraine Blues

The surrounding countryside of Kiev, and other cities, such as Lviv, and even my own ancestral hometown, Bolekhiv, are quiet in the night, while the Russians prepare their next attempts to maneuver their positions, to be in alignment with their next forward march into the fray. By now, they know that they will continue to meet with resistance from the Ukrainian defenders. These are not nationalists, like the propaganda espoused by the Putin regime would have it known; rather, these are loyal citizens of a country that has been trying to gain its complete freedom for decades. True, it was Ukrainian nationalists in the midst of WW2, who were no friends of the Jewish population in Bolechov, Poland in 1939, when the Soviets retreated. However, the current generation of Ukrainians are not responsible for the sins of their ancestors.

After WW2, my ancestral hometown fell in under the new lines of demarcation, designating the city as Bolekhiv in the newly established boundaries of Soviet Ukraine. And, now, 58 years later, and, incidentally, fifty-eight miles south of Lviv, I wonder how far the smoldering torches of war have receded, or perhaps impeded upon the place where the graves of my ancestors rest. Of course, most of them, were actually buried in either one of two mass graves. The first, 7 km outside of Bolechov (now, Bolekhiv) in the Tanaiwa forest. The other, hastily made grave in the actual cemetery. This cemetery is the best preserved Jewish cemetery in Europe. I have always wanted to visit, since I “found” my ancestors through genealogical research. And, now, How am I to do so? Ultimately, if am able to do so in the future, will I be entering an independent Ukraine, or Soviet-controlled Ukraine?

My ancestors souls,

transcend earthly boundaries,

knowing only peace.

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