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First, the song found me. What an interesting melody. The voice and the tempo, are all very distinctive. Then I stumbled over the poem and it spoke to me. I suppose that’s how blogging works sometimes. First, you don’t know what to write about, you want to skip a day or two, and then a post comes together about a subject you didn’t feel about writing -yet you do it anyway because now you just have to.
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Happy 4th of July to everybody here in the US. A day for celebration with family and friends. Perhaps a cookout, or a picnic? Our brisket is in the smoker, guarded by our dogs, who successfully stole a few slices the last time we made one. Dogs don’t forget.
Not knowing what’s going on in the world is not an option
but watching the news feels more like a daily downer.
It doesn’t inform but gives us another talk show we never asked for.
I wish for peace and find myself torn
I am always with the children of the lesser god
because let’s face it, that’s what we think they are.
Less important.
Israel, oh Israel, how I cried with you when the attack happened.
How I feared for the hostages.
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I know the actor’s name…wait I’ll come up with it, he was in the movie…gosh, I can’t recall the title either. I can see the scene in front of my eyes, it’s crystal clear, yet the names are gone…poof…disappeared.
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When eternity touches the moment
When presence consents to love
When being engages in action
That is
Forever now
Where am I?
Do I even exist?
What role do I play in the universe?
For most of my life, I ran away from these questions.
The day just started and now it’s 6 pm
The month is almost over, it happened so quickly
It’s only spring; a new year is just around the corner
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years go by too fast
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Oh back in my day when I was a youngster
Spring was lovelier than it is today
And that the lovely girls back then were lovelier
Is the only thing that cheers us old men on their way.
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More beautiful than the impressive moon and its noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the illustrious medallions of the night,
Much more beautiful than the fiery entry of a comet
And having a more beautiful mission than all the other stars
Since every day your life and mine depend on it, is the sun.