Passing time

May 30, 2011

In the schoolyard today.

With my little one.

And glimpsed.

For a moment.

My twenty-year old.

Aged eight.

Running with a bag.

Bigger than her.

To hug me.

And thought that.

In spite of the wrinkles.

This passing of time.

Is a treasure.

That carries within it.


Of change.

And growth.

And new ways.

Not yet trod.

By young.

Or old.

“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun.”


Flowing grateful

May 25, 2011

Today I’m grateful.

For rising with the sun.

And the clear road.

That led to work.

Through moments of quiet.

And creative thought.

For the long weekend.

Of music and laughter.

Sleeping rough.

Under Galilee stars.

For coffee warmed.

By friendship.

And wise conversation.

And for new jewellery.

Of copper and turquoise.

Handmade with the heart.

For my neck.

Picking fruit

May 22, 2011

Today I followed.

The trail of fruit.

That leads to summer.

Winter apples.

Pears and oranges.

Far gone.

Market stalls filled.

With kiwi.

And yellow sugar melon.

Grown in cold valleys.

And deserts.

And by the roadside.

Black cherries.

Red watermelons.

Warm peaches.

And a mango tree.

Not quite ripe.

Not quite ready for summer.

Watching butterflies

May 12, 2011

Hundreds of butterflies.

Filled the air today.

Colors twirling.

Around the car.

But only I saw them.

As I sat with others.


In thought.

Of time far gone.

Or not yet here.

But not of today.

When the butterflies went by.


May 8, 2011

Today is the day.

We look.

If we can.

In the eyes of parents.

Whose children died before them.

Loss in black and white.

And life in grey.

Impossible to figure.

God or the world.

And the El Maleh Rachamim.

Of 11 o’clock.

And of Yehuda Amichai.

Know that if not for the God-full-of-mercy. There would be mercy in the world, Not just in Him.

Flowing grateful

May 4, 2011

Today I am grateful.

That in the chaos of work.

And change.

And corporate life.

There are friends.

Giving gracefully.

Of busy time.

And wisdom.

Hard earned.

Ready to share.

In success.

And less fine moments.

So that troubles shared.

Are halved.