A Shadorma I recall the scribe's quill pressing into me; marking me with holy Torah verses- ancient passages I recall being left to dry; then rolled up; plastic wrapped; inserted into a case; taken to my home I recall being affixed to the doorpost; to observe all the comings and goings of my family I… Continue reading Mezuzah, or: The doorposts of thy house
A Limerick I've always been and will remain a Jew. I've had faith and have doubted too. Some think Jews should convert; But, while I mean them no hurt, To me, their canons ring no less untrue. d'Verse Open Link Night I'm sharing this limerick for yesterday's d'Verse OLN. It reflects how I feel about… Continue reading Con, or: Version
A 'Septolet' Kadyrov supports Russia's supposed “jihad” against Ukraine. Carlson accuses USA of "jihad" against Russia. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
A shadorma nothing binds large groups together like beliefs regardless of whether they are grounded in reality #TankaTuesday This shadorma was written for Colleen Chesebro's Tanka Tuesday prompt this week.
Vacation My wife, daughter, and I are on a much needed vacation in Haifa for a week. We arrived here on Friday before Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath), in time to order prepared food and go shopping for groceries. I love how happy it makes our daughter to go to the beach with both of her… Continue reading Abused friend
A limerick Just a babe when the church took him in, Scripture's pages absorbed little Tim. He adored Bible stories but harbored deep worries cuz the "God" concept made his head swim. Twiglet #284 Turning page ‘What do you see’ Prompt #139 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for… Continue reading Swimming, or Harbored
Receive truth ~ But this to Believe in: all world religions are Deceiving. Still, mortals struggle to Conceive; as from lived suffering, no Reprieve; that by it, nothing great's Achieved ~ other than earthly wisdom. W3 poetry prompt This poem was written in response to murisopsis’ W3 prompt ~ to write a poem of no less… Continue reading Receive, or: Deceive
Light stretched contentedly, tracing her fingers along Dark's sinewy body. Last night's lovemaking had left her spent and euphoric, as always. Soon they would bathe together and get into character for the daily augury. Dark murmured with pleasure and then, frowning, turned towards her lover. "I'm tired of the staged ceremonies, my love. I think…… Continue reading Her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes
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