In an effort to do real teshuvah (repentance) for not having blogged in so long I am trying to be extra-prolific. I know you're all proud.
I think what I have in me best lends itself to an unstructured poem. Here goes:
Last night I met
A woman, serene
Eyes clear, fruit of a mind
Calm
And she stood
And she smiled
And she said
Like dew, like rain, like a fresh morning sun,
"Wherever I am
I am happy."
And the wind of her words
Struck full force
For rare is the one
Who can hold the power
In hand
So effortlessly, artlessly, greatly
The power
To simply be.
I find it difficult to be; it is much easier to do. There is a yawning chasm between the two. Do you get me?
1 Comment Well, I've got to first apologize for taking so long to post to this blog. Not sure if I was AWOl or MIA, but the fact is it's entirely shameful. I am resolving to do better, bli neder. | About Riva PomerantzI'm a freelance writer, widely published in Mishpacha Magazine, www.aish.com, amongst others. You can buy my books, Green Fences, Breaking Point, and Breaking Free, at www.targum.com. My serialized story, Charades, is really heating up! ArchivesJanuary 2012 CategoriesAll |
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