Freedom

Freedom Quenched

The common blunder of mankind, is to not inquire;

group think will render us helpless, to be plundered in the mire.

Under common rule, the populace is deceived;

living under tyranny, all are suspect, no one is believed.

North Korean defectors speak of outlandish tales;

unknown to Westerners in a world of opportunity and sales.

Russian emigres still live in fear of KGB reprisals;

Holocaust survivors shudder at current antisemitic uprise.

The souls of my ancestors call out in admonition from the grave;

testimonies of Shoah atrocities, generations bear the pain.

Like cattle led to the corral, people may become docile;

the herd mentality, the bovine mind, becomes servile.

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Freedom Regained

The soul of the global citizen suffers at the helm of its own ship;

in the view of the technocracy, we are nothing more than a radar blip.

A country divided is conquered, as a dystopian world becomes united;

conformity does not equal harmony, in a land that has been blighted.

Nothing seems to be clear, when living in a state of confusion;

where the fires of injustice, fan the flames of societal transformation.

Quietly smoldering since the 1960’s, this smoking cauldron

gains a foot in the door, in the name of the common good.

As this country crumbles, morphs, and folds;

the banished voices will linger, unless boldly told.

The heart will continue to yearn for more than empty promises;

in order to transcend a materialistic world, truth must not compromise.

Called

Called, in one moment of divine inspiration,

by the One who reaches down from seventh heaven,

with His right hand, to guide the contrite of heart

to safe shores, where rest may be found

from the tumults of life that endanger the soul,

bringing light to those bound in the darkness

of the world, unable to find their way.

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I was constrained by cords of mental bonds,

trapped by the Deceiver, and secured in the lair

of the Adversary, until G-d freed me from my shackles,

appearing as my redeemer within the lion’s den,

where I would have been torn, rendered into pieces,

had He not shown me a way out of the arena,

and brought me to safety, after crossing the sea.

Depth of Spirit

My heart pitters and patters,

while the glitter of the world subsides;

my desires shift to the transcendent,

as past and present collide.

The fireworks of yesteryear,

only a gleam in my mind’s eye;

the essential truths of my life sear

my conscience, and memory.

Called, to transcend the mundane,

wayward paths of my youth;

to let go of all done in vain,

while forging ahead in truth.

A smile brings comfort,

to every soul that yearns,

for the depth of spirit,

that like a flame will burn.

This constant tug of war will give way
to one side or another when the day is over.
The push and pull, compels me to sway,
back and forth in an era of uncertainty.

Once, upon the shores of this country,
did I stand in bold proclamation, hope
for the huddled masses, seeking solace,
countless gathered from overseas.

Now, as far as my eyes can see,
and as bright as my torch reveals,
I search for an inkling of the truth,
for which I stand upon this harbor.

Amber waves of grain cannot conceal,

the discontent across the land;

nor, can the majestic mountain ranges

inspire my children’s hearts to sing.

Instead, the voices of the populace

rise up in protest on the right and left;

a people, divided, falling prey to unity,

akin to tyranny on the horizon.

Floating Images

Pastel fluffy clouds,

as I drive westward in flight;

eagle captures sight.

If painted by an Ukiyoe artist,

the sky would appear to be closer,

to my recollection, than any words

that I may have to offer.

As if lifted upon eagle’s wings,

spring breeze soars through open windows.

My car slows down upon arrival;

the San Franciso Peaks tower majestically,

over this blessed day, replete with snowcaps.

Never before, have I had this sense of freedom; having left everything behind me, the new horizon seems endless. I digress, for this is but a moment in time, captured by the pen; yet, the actuality lives on. Having received a perpetual blessing, it seemed at the time; now, I realize that while memories like this never seem to fade, time continues to take its toll on my life. Still, nearby the peaks, sheltering in place, daily blessings are renewed like the cycle of the sunset and sunrise.