The Winter Sun

 

 

As long as there have been sentient creatures 

awe and adulation, and the timid instinct to

recognize the power and dependence exerted

on the appearance of that ancient orb

that greets us every morning and temporarily

leaves us in the evening -- lighting and warming

our days from dawn to dusk -- the venerable

role of the sun as the giver of life has been

known. Should it ever leave of an evening

and fail to return so too would we in a world

where a cooling planet no longer illuminated

fails to provide the balanced measures for

life to flourish. Winter offers a glimpse of how

vulnerable elements-exposed animals and 

vegetation temporarily cope not abandoned by

our fiery star but removed from closer proximity

as we involuntarily orbit its gravitational draw

resigned to the revolution that will restore us

to the benevolence that inspires our renewal

as worshipful revenants to an ancient ritual.

 

 

Forever A Child

 

 

Forever a child you gape and gasp

at the dazzling magic of endless starry

crystals dimpling the air as winter charges

into a landscape left desiccated and grey

by fall, transported to a time deeply etched

in memory when your childish eyes

transcribed the downy coverlet of the world

in your mind with enchantment, and fairy

tales were true as you recall the soft yielding

measures of snow packed into perfect spheres

and snowmen speaking of their delight in

release from the crowded pack and your

clever mittened hands. You remember the

pleasure of burrowing into drifts, of spreading

your arms and legs and there was born a

snow angel. The happy flight of a sled 

skimming a slope to deposit you head over

heels below, the warmth and comfort, the

laughter and the joy have never vanished

merely tucked safely deep in the bank you

know as memory to be retrieved annually in

a celebration of life and youth and nature.

 

 

Prevention The Cure

 

Beware, a nation that has seen the brink

of the chasm of annihilation is no longer one

to be trifled with. The responsive lightning strike 

of prevention in asserting the right of existence

should henceforth be perceived as the predictable

response to all and any promising annihilation to

complete genocide's goal. No longer a nation

dispersed and dependent hailed for its human

assets' accomplishments and despised for those

very traits of achievement in all indices of human

prosperity and quality of life. Know this, that

threats against a nation now capable of mounting

its defences against the pitiless designs by vicious

psychopathic regimes will be deflected and the

consequences will deliver to those emitting such

threats the very existential uncertainties they

openly plot to accomplish in destroying Israel.

 

 

Down Payment on Deterrence

 

And so it proved that those who survived

despite the most exacting measures to ensure

they would not proved the adage that whatever 

does not kill you will make you stronger. That 

proof came at a terrible cost. No fewer than six 

million lives exhausted in dense black smoke

their ashes enriching the soil that hosted the 

crematoria all over Europe just as the living 

souls had enriched the culture of the societies 

that hosted them unwillingly and no longer did. 

But the survivors would never again be herded 

onto cattle cars nor buried in mass graves for 

they have returned to their Biblical-era roots 

and the fortification of security and defense 

superior to the military assets of those determined 

to complete an unfinished genocide is dedicated 

to prevention. Any that may threaten their 

intention by now proceeding with a renewed

 annihilation and their architects will discover

they themselves become ashes of deterrence.

 

Expulsion? Just ... Because

 

 

It was because they were Jews and it may not

have been just but that's the way it was, no one

really cared. Give the world something to get

morally exercised over, on the other hand -- but

that's a different story. That's the story of a motley

assortment of settlers who migrated to the scene

of an ancient exile to live among the pious Jews

who had never left, settlers from Egypt, Syria

Lebanon, Jordan arriving to search out a livelihood

aroused to fury when a mandate for Palestine by

the League of Nations led to a Partition Plan by

the United Nations and a new exodus was born

and the world turned its attention to 'refugees' who

required empathy and financial support ad infinitum.

Itself leading to a renewed exile when surrounding

nations expelled the Jews that had lived among

them for millennia, an unobtrusive affair because

no one noticed. Syria, Iraq, Egypt, Algeria, Tunisia

Yemen, Iran: where are your Jews? Arab visitors

to Israel can hear the daily call to prayers emitted 

from mosques throughout the country, a nation

Jew-haters label 'apartheid', its presence called an

'occupation' for the military presence forced by

Palestinian Arab violence perpetrated against Jews

insisting that Jews must abandon their heritage.

And the world approves. Why? Just ... Because.

 

 

The Jewish Question

It is more than the mind can bear, the

burden of knowing strains the cerebral

functioning of an organ of wondrous

capacity designed by nature to envision

the world she created for her progeny

to inhabit that her creatures are capable

of formulating a plan so diabolical to undo

the existential presence of a people through

cunning brutality and the accompanying

conscienceless violence of extermination

succeeding in influencing ordinary people

that the issue is one of racial hygiene and

harmony to advance civilizational mores

and the quality of life of deserving Teutons

by extinguishing the rapacity of the rabble

among them whose purpose was to own the

world, direct its finances, enslave the worthy

souls innocent of their malice to avail the scum

of the earth the Third Reich would remove

from contention ... and all would be well.

 

She's My Sister

 

 

I don't call as often as I should as the elder

between us but she laughs, tells me she was

expecting my call, it never fails when she suddenly

visualizes me though we haven't seen one another

in years. Not too good she responds when I ask

how she is, but then she hasn't been too good

progressively for years and the trend continues

but she has a tendency toward self-deprecation

and when we speak laughter comes easily to her.

Mostly we reminisce once we've exhausted the

pleasantries -- or not too pleasant news of our

respective children's lives and I suspect that part

of her 'not too good' revolves around her children's

lives. We speak of the conundrums of existence

of the difficulties facing the world communities

of dire consequences of living in old-age homes

in the 'golden' years where the global pandemic

has strewn its peculiar type of violence. We talk

of the haphazardness of life's  trajectory, that our

father, an orphan sent from the streets of Warsaw

to Canada as an indentured farmhand and our

mother's home in the Pale of Settlement bombed

by White Russians, her emigration with her sister

to Canada and the long years it took for both he

and she to pay back their passage before they 

were free of debt, free to resume young lives, free 

from the horrors of the Holocaust, and we sigh.