opens to potential,
provides a fertile void,
for sincere thoughts
Yet, words unspoken
out of fear, or cowardice
will continue to haunt
the conscience over time.
I will not remain silent,
as the world descends
into the grey of conformity,
suppressing all other colors.
I will not be complicit
with the faceless tyranny
of political correctness,
that crushes the voice of truth.
I will not become one
of the passive bystanders
who watch in silent harmony,
the rise of the technocracy.
Shall I aspire to a literary career?
I asked myself, many years ago.
While sitting in poetry classes,
presented with a variety of voices,
hoping to find my own voice.
Years later, challenged from Above,
to shift my vision, from the worldly views
of the classroom setting, to the supernal realm
of my heritage, my people, my G-d.
Yet, all things have their purpose,
in time with the rhyme of the seasons
of life, like threads in a tapestry,
weaved into a unique pattern,
for a divine purpose unknown to us.
Everything comes full circle,
as my friend would say with a smile,
bringing the frayed ends of our lives together,
and, permitting us to start anew,
with a clearer view of the tapestry.