His 2025th Birthday

 

To his people of the tribe of Judah he was yet 

another rebellious young man viewed as an

emerging sage, a man unafraid to confront

those whose mercantile pursuits blotted the 

sacred purpose of the Temple. Little did they know 

this man would become a gift to the world at large

inspiring in his messages his dedication to

humanity, his compassion for the poor and the 

outcast. His birth 2025 years ago long a universal 

celebration of the divine in a profoundly profane 

world. Little did his people know that in this 

philosophical upstart lay the seeds of their future 

misery as the world embraced the divinity-blessed 

Yeshua while adopting the Imperial Roman

dismissal of his corporeal essence to release

his spirit to universal worship, in the process

relegating his kith and kin forevermore to the

bleak, dark dungeon of infamy and the endless 

malediction of religious fervor striking vengeance 

on the seed of Judea in pursuit of spiritual  malice.

 

 

Word of the Mashiah

 

When communicating with an

animal of limited understanding or

reason, expert opinion urges 

repetition. Repeat instructions

frequently enough and the message

will get through and one can hope for

compliance to follow. On the other hand

there are those of great knowledge

whose opinion is that repeating the

same message to no avail represents

the epitome of stubborn lost hope.

In the millennia that have passed

since the most elevated messages of

humanity were transmitted from their

maker through the kindly auspices

of his son-on-earth reverenced as the

voice of the Almighty whose supreme

sacrifice has enthralled the world in the

belief of the goodness resting in man

invoked but yet to emerge, surely it

takes the patience of a supreme being

to await the final disposition of the word. 

 

The Vacant Eyes of Malnutrition

 

It is their soft large eyes that hold us

captivating with that expression of inquiry

and curiosity of the world they are born to.

Their beautifully expressive eyes inviting

the beholder to see the world through

theirs, a world where children are adored

and nurtured, humanity's future generated

timelessly, existing from age to age the

most priceless gift that existence offers.

Look into these eyes, the eyes of these

children born to war, expressionless and

blank for they have no curiosity and know

only privation, their limbs hang lifeless

from lank torsos, their heads aslant as

though scrawny necks cannot support

the burden of a subnourished brain. The

product of conflict, of conflict's call to

arms where arable land lies grimly fallow

whose only crops now are land mines

awaiting the unwary footstep leaving all

in ruin, and famine rules that children be

deprived of all that young minds clamour

to be exposed to, not the harsh reality of

death delivered by combatants, death

stalking the unwary, the starving child.

 

How Strange It Is!

 

As a feature of indecent human nature to

jealously guard what is not theirs in the

arcane belief that claims are nine-tenths

of a just law of ownership it is beyond

strange that the most creatively talented

group on Earth from ancient times to

the present remains hounded, threatened

detested, their heritage and ancestry

mocked and belittled yet the articles

of their faith, their history, their land

and their contributions to the world

that shuns them are valued decoupled

from their source in counterclaims of

authenticity. From brilliance of thought

and reasoning, execution of monumental

discoveries to the ultimate horrors of

deliberate annihilation the world rushes

to claim originality and victimhood as

their very own experiences, denying both

achievement and martyrdom to the tribe

whose very existence profited them all.

 

Immortal Youth

 

Sarah Birke

 

Rising like a blazing meteorite
of galactic ice and space dust,
lighting up the sky with its
fiery tail, youth flings itself
with the passion of defiant grace
into the void of exuberant hubris
to flicker and spark and collapse.

The young are, because of their
brave youth, immortal. To believe
otherwise is to deny the phantom
reality of their world that informs
their lives, inspires and rescues
them from the tedium of
existence without excitement.

They cannot imagine a sudden
cessation of vitality, the quick
abandonment of an aspiring
elite, extreme athlete, to a morbid
failure to surmount gravity-defying
soaring arabesques nature permits
only winged denizens of the air.

Who among the insouciant
bold, the immortal young, can
conceive of disaster such as is named
a ruptured vertebral artery, whose
irrevocable effect of intercranial
hemorrhage disastrously closes
down that effervescent brain?

Not they, nor any others celebrating
the physically impossible made
possible by youth pushing the
boundaries of human strength, vision
and agility, loosing itself from the surly
bonds of the commanding atmosphere,
challenging the very nature of
indomitable Nature herself.

 

 

And May The Most Deserving Candidate Win

 

A figure of power and authority, a
personage of dignity, integrity and
uncommon intelligence and grace
to infuse the people with hope in the
future and trust that the promise the
candidate for high public office as a
civil guide and lawmaker is well placed
and worthy of the tasks at hand.

Why then, is it that those who present
as officious charlatans, prideful
mountebanks whose pasts reflect
failures of moral certitude, commissions
of grave ethical lapses, yet all is forgiven
as the rhetoric soars into implausible
denials and bombastic accusations
against others clearly their superiors.

Seldom does the rectitude of the
trustworthy and those proven to have
zealously served with distinction in
the public sphere appear to rise to
the heights of public acclaim as yet
do those skilled in oratorical
sleight-of-truth, those who spin tales
of improbable dreams become reality,
they leading the impossible way.

The temperate, insightful, focused
mind reliant on reason and resolve
to the public weal, proven by experience
dedicated to service and leadership
fails to ignite the passion of support
for lack of the charismatic flavour
of vaunted celebrity however tainted
by ignominious social violations.

In the final analysis triumph falls
to the facade of righteousness, as the
empowerment of self-interest elevates
the unworthy, disdaining the solid
candidate. What does this reflect upon
those who prove the truism that we
earn the government we injudiciously
choose to select in our fair judgement?

  

It's the Jews!

 

It is not yet known and possibly never will be since

the accursed creatures determined to dominate

the world and perhaps the universe are notoriously

averse to identifying themselves yet represent a 

secretive cabal. Unknown from which primitive

planet drifting in the bleak darkness of outer space

they arrived, possibly exiled by common decree

to befoul the serene accommodating and peaceful

aura that would pervade this globe were it not

for their hostile presence. They are heroes, those

who recognize and deplore the mission of these

extra-terrestrials to destabilize the irenic glory of

the ship of Earth gliding through the ocean of sky

unrelenting in their revelations of the sinister plots

against humanity from ancient times to the present

of these interlopers seeking to command and to own

all the riches of the planet by stealth -- skilled at

covert schemes to install themselves at the  height

of society and government -- taking the reins of

finance and communication to steer the naive

in awe of their false benevolence in developing

hospitals and universities, humanitarian groups to

aid those in need, innovators to bring the world of

science into a modern era, music and art to delight

the soul in a massive conspiracy to deceive while

sweeping awards and recognition of superior

achievements, all designed to disarm suspicion in

their ultimate goal. Yet all is not lost for the world

can rely on the august body of the United Nations

and its stalwart minions to reveal the devilish ruse.