Pruning Time

To write, or not to do so,
in ink, pixels, or pencil;
to express my views or not,
and risk being deplatformed?

I am aware of the climate
of intolerance, sprung up
from the same inflexible voices,
in the hallways of Universities.

The seasons are changing
and the times are rearranging;
the values of the past have become,
like branches that must be pruned.

Yet, each time they grow anew,
they are trimmed back even further;
until, perhaps, nothing will be left,
except the barren trunk of a tree.

And, when that is reduced to nothing
except for a stump, planted firmly in the ground,
the seedlings will quietly sprout up elsewhere,
remaining hidden, until the light reappears.

Seekn’ Life

Renewal is possible through teshuvah;

the past can be redeemed. Like flowers

that wilt in due time after blooming –

their beauty is not forgotten.

The Talmud goes so far as to say

that past sins can be changed into merits;

yet, this is purely figurative language,

that speaks of a profound change.

Like the metamorphosis

of a caterpillar into a butterfly;

the barren ground of the past,

may spring up anew.