The ignorance of my illness does not eliminate its truth or ramifications upon my life.
Shadows sweep the boulevards;
Winding their way around lampposts, Climbing along trellises, slinking up shop walls.
A single shadow, attached to human feet must get lonely.
Feeling cold, hard stones, metal and concrete along its edges only.
Darkness is simply the only time shadows can get together and play.
Oh, the dances they dance, such an array.
We truly miss out on the nighttime display. Of laughter and gaiety in the streets once past day.
A shadow does not merely disappear when the sun refuses to shine for a time.
Does something cease to exist just because we cannot see it?
Does it fail to exist all due to lack of [sun]shine?
But this, dear reader, is the timing of true mystique.
These are the things we shall miss if we stop too long to blink.
Soulmates found in this darkness at daylight's end.
Meeting up in full moonlight, as the shadow dance descenddescends.
The timbre of stars is like nothing a human ear could ever recount,
For it only alights when shadows abound.
How else to explain the ignition of touch that occurs when two "strangers" meet after the dusk?
Oh, dappy mortal, who thinks this mere fate.
Did you not realize your shadow had already found your mate?
When humanity steps back,
Permitting the ethereal its part.
This is when true romance is aware in the heart.
So upon next moon's cycle,
When dusk begins its measured fade,
Take a tiptoe out into moonlight's cascade.
Beware ne're to disturb, this ethereal dance, But instead, simply view the gossamer beauty as pure happenstance.
For where mortal and spectral gaze upon one another, the spell hence is broken,
the magic disentangled.
Thus rendering the chance at true love eternally strangled.
But for those mere observers who catch a fleeting glimpse of the phantasmic,
urely will know love's quintessential magic.
Here’s To Us
To those of us who lie awake
Each night amidst our thoughts.
Words aswimming against the stream
Just longing to be caught.
To those of us who grasp at rest
Just outside our reach.
As schemes are being hatched between
Our waking and our sleep.
To those of us who've donned the hats
Of more characters than we can count.
Who've travelled all the world round
While never leaving the living room couch.
To those who dream beyond their reach,
Who paint without the brush.
Creating something out of nothing
Too glorious to be touched.
A salute to all who live by the pen
Who know not when genius will strike.
Who have forgone the clock
And refuse to live
By such simple restraints as time.
To those whose hearts spill out unabashed
Like ink overturned on the page.
Who get cut time and time again
But can only bleed in black.
Adding myself to this rank of dreamers,
The ones who can't stay in the lines,
Has truly caused no grievance as such
For where else could I be genuine?
So here's to us:
The lovers, the seekers,
The wild eyed dreamers.
The ones playing tag on the moon.
Who leap across rooftops,
Play hide n' seek with the stars
Then softly land back in their rooms.
So let's raise a glass to the poets of old,
And those just starting to sprout.
For a world without you would be oh so dull,
Your creativity truly stands you out.
Shadows sweep the boulevards; winding their way around lampposts, climbing along trellises, slinking up shop walls.
A single shadow, attached to human feet must get lonely. Feeling cold, hard stones, metal and concrete along its edges only.
Darkness is simply the only time shadows can get together and play. Oh, the dances they dance, such an array.
We truly miss out on the nighttime display, of laughter and gaiety in the streets once past day.
A shadow does not merely disappear when the sun refuses to shine for a time. Does something not exist just because we cannot see it? Does it fail to exist all due to lack of [sun]shine?
But this, dear reader, is the timing of true mystique. These are the things we shall miss if we stop too long to blink.
Soulmates found in this darkness at daylight’s end. Meeting up in full moonlight, as the shadow dances descend.
The timbre of stars is like nothing a human ear could ever recount, for it only alights when shadows abound.
How else to explain the ignition of touch, that occurs when two “strangers” meet after the dusk?
Oh, dappy mortal, who thinks this mere fate. Did you not realize your shadow had already found your mate?
When humanity steps back, permitting the ethereal its part. Well, this is when true romance is aware in the heart.
So upon next moon’s cycle, when dusk begins its measured fade. Take a tiptoe out into moonlight’s cascade.
Beware ne’re to disturb, this ethereal dance, but instead simply view the gossamer beauty as pure happenstance.
For where mortal and spectral gaze upon one another, the spell hence is broken, the magic disentangled. Thus rendering the chance at true love eternally strangled.
But for those mere observers who catch a fleeting glimpse of the phantasmic, surely will know love’s quintessential magic.
An Ethereal Date
"Where shall we dine tonight my dear?" Perhaps the same place we went all prior years?"
The look she gives her lover stokes him well beyond his complacency, as this year, he will win her heart back quite gracefully.
As the moon looks down and gives him a wink, saying this year you two are in for quite the treat.
First, he must lasso the moon for his bride, then carry her over the threshold inside.
Upon the top of that glorious orb, a simple, yet elegant table stands adorned.
Led to their seats by the most brilliant of stars, only to be waited upon by both Venus and Mars.
The menu is brief, yet would cause the finest of chefs to salivate.
For now the universe is ready to create the most scrumptious delights a palate could ever await.
The finest of wines from galaxies beyond, is delicately poured as the aforementioned planets respond.
The landscape is breathtaking, as earth becomes a mere dot, and everything once thought, becomes what is not.
A tea party with a hatter in a Wonderland of odd, has nothing on this celestial romance abroad.
This moontop dinner does not signal the end of this spectacular night, as they agree to explore each fascinating sight.
Commencing now with a meteor dance, which leads to a head-spinning shot at a mighty blackhole glance.
Skipping stones along the Milky Way's swirls, there's quite a good chance this boy could get lost with this girl.
Traveling hand-in-hand by the speed of light throughout space, only to to pulled back by that jolly old conspirator's magnetic embrace.
The moon whispers that their time must now end, for the sun threatens to shine and bring morning in.
Yet he leaves them with the most sage of advice, warning them to never lose sight of that spirit of life.
The same spirit that started their original spark, and whenever they feel it slipping away, they must find their way back to the dark.
The giant bulbous globe
Glows down through whispy clouds
At its prey.
“Tonight”, says it to the stars,
“Is my only chance
For another thirty days.
I am marred by a mere sliver
Most of the month.
And I must work quickly,
While still waxing my Gibbous state.
I am marred by a mere sliver
Most of the month.
And I must work
Each of you is gifted
By sight all around.
For me, it’s a cycle of waits.
My full strength abounds
For only one night.
Oh Chance, you’ thus gift me now and then.
With beams so perfect,
Brilliant and bright.
That I burst at my seams once again.
To the ones down below,
Apologies are sent,
But tonight this shift must take place.
For if my duties are forgone
If only this once.
Most certainly, ’twould end human race.
Forgive me dear ones
Who dwell on land far below. As I merely am turning my trade.
And instead of railing at each of my cycles, Perhaps instead, just this once--- Enjoy the light show on display."
Drifting through life on a whisp of cloud,
tiptoe upon both time and space.
Swirling, searching, perpetually seeking
the finish line to this barmy race.
Who am I, why am I here [echoes of questions in my ear]
Why all the pain and all of this strife?
I jump, I turn, I spin till I'm giddy.
Balancing this perplexing web we call life.
How many know which prong to take?
So many forks, so little time.
Our hearts long to meet,
our minds long to learn.
And through it all, our souls tend to burn.
What makes one think their merits
of anything other than spinning wheels?
That honor and glory come from our work,
that life is worth anything more than we feel.
Insolent people, catty and proud
every which way we turn.
To be watched, to be catered,
even envied, yet never to learn?
The chosen, the humble,
the ones who are few,
will follow the path that is tried and is true.
It does not fork out at the end of a street,
but instead crashes straight through the impass we meet.
The road traveled less is nothing to fear.
For the one who does send us
is bigger and real.
He walks it beside us, guiding us through
with the light we were missing,
the light that is true.
This way may be covered
with brambles and thorns.
But the gift that it bears,
most assuredly sworn.
The only path to this place
at the end of the road,
also turns out to be the end of our own.
It is only this path and where it does lead,
that we all soon discover
there is more to this need.
Yearning to be made
into something brand new.
Longing to to be worthwhile,
if only by few.
The ones who braved that twisting old road,
have come now to realize it has not an end.
This road we are on, well,
it has become an old friend.
These profound changes
thus carefully made,
as weary legs traverse,
will be more persistent--
Even moreso than this verse.
So as we travail over hill, valley, sea,
may we never forget what first led us to leave.
The comfort of our own sheltered world
seemed not enough,
to quench our own thirst
as we advanced through the dust.
When seeking one's worth, when questioning a lie,
it brings one to their knees
and an eye to the sky.
As for me, dear reader, I shall ne're return
to the aimless wandering life
some still foolishly yearn.
I pray that you also, will find what you seek
at the end of the winding path I did speak.
Such shalom is found here, where I write this new piece.
I wish it for all, as I bid adieu and quiesce.
The sting on her face, the bruises on her knees, the tears in her eyes, the rage in her heart.
"Never again!!" she shouts to an empty room.
The flowers, the hand to lift her off the floor, the tears in his eyes, the apology and promise that, "it'll never happen again".
The vicious cycle begins, once again.
This time a black eye, glass shards in her hands, a lump forming on the back of the head, and heart screaming to be heard--to be set free.
The lies are told to neighbors, friends, family and onlookers. "No, I just broke a dish"; "I just hit my head"; "I just fell down the stairs"; "I can be so clumsy."
But how do you lie to a 3 year-old? A little one standing at the door, clutching his teddy bear to his chest while listening to mommy's screams, daddy's shouts, and watching his daddy turn into the monsters, like on tv?
What kind of lie can hide the truth? No more lies!
Suitcases packed, secret bank account emptied, plane tickets bought with cash, new adventure on the horizon. Little boy hand in mama's bruised one. Big brown eyes searching deep grey ones. No questions asked, just ready for Never Again!
A New Year---A New Creation
Rosh Hashanah (Hebrew: רֹאשׁ הַשָּׁנָה), literally meaning the "head [of] the year", is the Jewish New Year. The biblical name for this holiday is Yom Teruah ( יוֹם תְּרוּעָה), literally "day of shouting or blasting". [Wikipedia]. This time ushers in the High Holy Days of the Jewish year. It is a time to reflect on the previous year and look ahead to the one to come.
The Jewish calendar counts from Creation, and at this Rosh Hashanah, our new year, we will be entering the year 5780. This feast and celebration begins this year on sundown, September 29th and concludes on October 1,2019.
Rosh Hashanah not only marks the start of the Jewish New Year, but also the beginning of the 10-day period known a "the days of Awe", [this I will delve into further in my Yom Kippur blog] and commands Jews to blast the shofar (ram’s horn) and cease work on that date (Leviticus 23:24-25), Speak to Bnei-Yisrael, saying: "In the seventh month, on the first day of the month, you are to have a Shabbat rest, a memorial of blowing (shofarot), a holy convocation. You are to do no regular work, and you are to present an offering made by fire to Adonai.”
Traditionally, we are taught that God pronounced judgement on His people for each upcoming year on this day, and 10 days later, the people were to seek repentance, on Yom Kippur. Yet, in reality, the entire time from Rosh Hashana through Yom Kippur, is to be spent in examining ourselves before the Lord and asking for forgiveness and favor in the next year. The 10 days between the two Holy times are focused on making amends with others.
According to Jewish tradition, God determines the fate of each Jewish person for the coming year primarily on the basis of their actions over the previous year. Everyone, however, has the opportunity to ameliorate a negative judgment in three ways.
teshuvah, which literally means “returning” but is usually translated as “repentance” A Jew must perform teshuvah by feeling regret for a sin, apologizing to God and/or to the person against whom they have sinned, and pledging sincerely not to commit the sin again.
Another way is tefillah - prayer.
Jews can also earn leniency through tzedakah, which literally means “justice” or “righteousness.” In practice, tzedakah usually refers to charitable giving, but it could also conceivably be interpreted as participation in pro-justice work.
As those who are believers in Yeshua as our Messiah and Saviour, we know that we no longer need to "earn" our forgiveness, nor our righteousness or justice, as it has been given us. And we no longer need to burn sacrifices unto the Lord. Even so, this is no reason to eliminate prayer, or giving of time or money; it is merely no longer a requirement for our salvation, praise God!
Even though we, as Messianic Jews, know that He has sealed us with His blessing and favor for eternity through Messiah, (Ephesians 1:13 “After you heard the message of truth – the Good News of your salvation – and when you put your trust in Him, you were sealed with the promised Ruach HaKodesh), we too can benefit from this time of reflection, as can all believers. By examining ourselves before the Lord, asking Him to search our hearts and bring us to repentance for wrongdoing during this time period, we are representing how all believers should be living and what our focus should be throughout the year. This fall feast time should be observed as a special time to stop the daily grind and truly focus on this important part of each believer's life and connection with Yeshua and to thank him for saving us from ourselves; from sin and death.
The most precious difference between a traditional and Messianic celebration of these fall feast days is the prophetic significance that is observed, with a strong correlation to end times events.
In order to see this, let us remember Yeshua’s words advising us that:
"We are to remain busy with His kingdom work until He comes" (Luke 19:11-26)
"As we see the signs of the Last Days, we are to stand up and lift up our heads because our redemption draws near" (Luke 21:28)
The Spring feasts have been fulfilled by Yeshua in the New Testament, as believed by the followers of Messiah, whereas we believe the Fall feasts are yet to be fulfilled by his return.
The Day of Trumpets [Rosh Hashanah] holds the most prophetic significance for End Times revelation, since as believers, we are desperately awaiting that time when the Lord Himself will return to this Earth. Scripture states in 1Thessalonians 4:16-17 that the “Lord himself will come down from heaven with a rousing cry, with a call from one of the ruling angels, and with God’s shofar; those who died united with the Messiah will be the first to rise; then we who are left still alive will be caught up with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air; and thus we will always be with the Lord.” Thus, the call of the shofar, signifies our rapture (rapture, or raptum, being the Latin word for "caught up") unto the Lord.
The Day of Atonement [Yom kippur] demonstrates the opening of the books and judgment of those dead and alive, while The Feast of Tabernacles [Sukkot] paints a picture of our receiving our mansions in heaven. [I will delve further into these as we approach these feasts]
I do not believe it necessary, nor obligatory, for Gentile believers to celebrate these holy days as our salvation is by God's mercy and grace, and His Son's sacrifice. We are saved by trusting in Christ alone, not by trusting in him + being circumcised, or + keeping the feast days, or + any works. As Paul states in Romans 14:5-6 "One person esteems one day above another; another esteems every day alike. Let each be fully convinced in his own mind. He who observes the day, observes it to the Lord; and he who does not observe the day, to the Lord he does not observe it. He who eats, eats to the Lord, for he gives God thanks; and he who does not eat, to the Lord he does not eat, and gives God thanks."
By this, we can conclude that participation is a personal choice and based upon what God has placed upon an individual's heart by the Ruach, (Holy Spirit). Some may feel more of a connection to God and to Yeshua by maintaining the ancient ways of the Jews, and some do not. There should be no judgment either way. Yet, I also believe that a basic understanding of these ways and original commands for His people, is important to our understanding of God Himself. Although, I will still caution that one must never look upon the observation of these feats as an elevation of themselves above other believers in Yeshua, or above the Jews for that matter. What matters in the end is that we know him, and the power of his resurrection.
***Here, I have merely touched upon the significance behind the Rosh Hashanah feast days, but there are many traditions performed during this time, of which would be quite lengthy to explain. If you would like to study further on this topic, feel free to visit: https://lifeinmessiah.org/resources/jewish-holidays/rosh-hashanah/ and
Sensing the whisp of crispy fall air
Consistently nudges my soul
Into wholly reverence of this yearly turn
Which invariably makes me whole