A Perfect World

A perfected world, according to the designs of man, albeit promising, can not match the divine plan of the Father, who is sovereign over all. Try as we may to succeed, without first studying the Blueprint provided to us by His architectural firm, we only contribute to a modern day Babylon. Although we may seem to speak the same language, the illusion of harmony will fail to convince all.

Leaving G-d out of the equation, is like forgetting to place the mortar between the bricks. We make ourselves slaves for the sake of a common good, that may never materialize. We will only be left disappointed, when the utopia that we seek, morphs into a dystopian reality. Yet, in joining G-d’s team, our hearts will sing, and the poet’s claim will ring true: So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.*

*from William Blake’s The Chimney Sweeper, Songs of Innocence (1789)

Diaphanous

Life, in all its transparency, manifest as a many-winged creature, each feather, a diaphanous coterie, designed to support the whole, has begun to molt, shedding feathers prematurely, an unfortunate result of not being able to blend in well with the other feathers. But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky.* Where do they belong?


Like the clouds, the unwanted feathers float down to earth, building a nest for the many-winged creature that has flown off into the horizon. Meanwhile, we wait for its return, when a time foretold by prophets will manifest, in front of the eyes of all peoples. A sudden realization for some; yet, a welcome arrival for others, like the long awaited return of an old friend. Then the many-winged creature will appear, in all of its glory.

*from the poem Clouds, by Constance Urdang

Light at Dawn

On the path to reconciliation, between G-d and mankind, many endeavors have been made. Perhaps, as many to replace Him as well; most notably, the Tower of Babel, a failed construction project. Today, “crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end” (Jo Harjo). At least, that is what the architects of this brave new world would like us to believe, once all history, traditional values, and religion has been deleted. This promise of a never-ending utopia in tandem with the innovations of technocracy will not succeed. For in the beginning, G-d formed His own blueprints, design, and overall goals for humanity. And, in the end, “those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the firmanent” (Daniel 12:3). So, be circumspect, be aware of the signs of the times; and, above all, wait for light to appear at dawn (Psalm 130:6; Proverbs 4:18).

Waking Dream

Bolechov Synagogue, courtesy of Bolechow Jewish Heritage Society

“If you are a dreamer, come in.”

– Invitation, by Shel Silverstein

Standing in front of the door, I mustered up the courage to knock. As I was about to do so, I heard a voice from within the building say, “If you are a dreamer, come in.” Instead of knocking, I tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked; I entered into a synagogue, furnished with pews, lamps, an ark for the Torah scroll, and a bimah in the center where the rabbi and cantor were leading a service. I could hardly believe my eyes. I had travelled to Bolekiev, Ukraine from the States, to visit the town where my ancestors had once lived. At that time, the town was Bolechov, Poland, before the end of WW2. Now, instead of finding the caretaker inside of a dilapidated building, as expected, I entered into a world that I had thought vanished a century ago.

Eldridge St. Synagogue, NYC, courtesy of Howie Schnee