Can the past be redeemed?
Can the truth be retrieved
from amidst this pile
of tattered journals?

The dust that has collected,
must be sifted out from amongst
these scattered pages, uncategorized;
yet, containing the codes of a life

previously unravelled,
like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,
twisting and turning along an invisible axis
of the original blueprint of life.

In the distance – a light –
bearing witness, to the tragic notes,
played throughout an endeavor
to peer through the darkness.

The dust is made visible
to the eye of the soul,
while the first ray of dawn,
shines through the window.

Every particle, suspended in the air,
for a brief moment, before settling,
on the floor, vanishing from sight,
like the incandescence of fireflies.

Published by Tzvi Fievel

I have B.A.'s in Psychology, and English; and, a certificate in psychophysical re-education; at current, I am exploring my third area of academic interest - ecology. My spiritual journey, through many transitions, culminated in taking the yoke of Heaven upon myself.

3 thoughts on “Renewal

    1. Somehow, I had the image of the double helix in mind, while I was writing the poem. I almost left out that stanza, because it seemed to create a mixed metaphor within the overall context of the poem. However, the word, “blueprint,” at least, seemed to go along with the journal image.


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