Climbing

Climb up the steps of love;

Don't vault at once to the roof,

but slowly ascend

in descending slowly

into one another.

 

Reach (not Paradise)

Each other, and through,

To others you will be,

Greeting each and saying,

“I will love you in your time.”

 

Climb up the steps of love,

Marking each in memory,

Surely with the easy pace

Of Joy.

 

 

1095 Hits
5 Comments

Thunderstorms

The motion is what moves us,

Infidelity to earth,

The joy of thunderstorms,

Cleansing pain and discontent

With gleeful disregard

And reckless veneration

of what passes.

Copyright

© Copyright Stephen Evans © 2017 All Rights Reserved.

1019 Hits
0 Comments

Eternity in a Grain of Sand

We seem to have hit a theme here, with Charles' post, and my last. And this has occurred to me.

Both my mother and father suffered from dementia for some years at the end of their lives. It was very hard to watch, to see the confusion and fear it generated. But I found that to the end they could both experience joy, though in different ways. It seemed so limited to me, the life they had, but those small joys were everything to them. A glass of ginger ale, a cookie, a song, became life changing, because past and future were gone and all their life was now. And if now was joyful, then all was joyful. That was how it seemed to me. A little bit of eternity in a moment of time.

 

b2ap3_thumbnail_Mom-and-Dad.png

 

 

Tags:
1428 Hits
7 Comments

What Is The Purpose Of Your Visit?

Because of the war we expected our friends to cancel their scheduled visit to Israel, but they did not show any sign of doing so. On the appointed day in August we met them in Ben Gurion airport. Apparently they were the only non-Israelis passengers on board. They  also told us that upon arrival when asked at the passport control  for the purpose of their visit they answered   "to visit friends".

This reply would not  surprise any one here, friendship has always been an important and natural part of Israeli  life. When my father came to Israel on his own at the age of twenty one in 1934 he had no family in Palestine, and his friends were his only support network. It was a typical situation to his generation. Looking through old issues of the Israeli magazine L’aisha  (For Woman)  from the late 1940s  I found an essay devoted to friendship. Its purpose was to teach  women  how to make friends and keep them:

 

Please keep reading in my blog in The Times Of Israel

 

http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/what-is-the-purpose-of-your-visit/

1309 Hits
14 Comments

Latest Blogs

  A poem for the season of Ascension and Pentecost...     Like whispering silk, the elm Like Bridal Veil the birch The Groom is gone...the Gro...
I don’t know why the caged bird sings. But I think I may have finally figured out why the others do. I take walks every day down a wooded path behi...
In the movie version of Harvey, the character of Elwood P. Dowd says, “Years ago my mother used to say to me... She’d say, ‘In this world, Elwood, you...

Latest Comments

Rosy Cole Tree Song
10 June 2019
I am absolutely one hundred per cent sure of that! Seriously! Just having a dog thoroughly reveals t...
Stephen Evans Tree Song
09 June 2019
Sometimes I imagine the natural world looks at us and thinks: if only they understood.
Rosy Cole Tree Song
09 June 2019
This is so engaging and so wise and so visionary and so insightful and so celebratory just because.....
Ken Hartke Travel Notes: The Great American Desert
26 May 2019
I'm glad you enjoyed it and I enjoy taking people along on these journeys. When I reached over twent...
Monika Schott Intimacy.
26 May 2019
Thanks Rosy. It's one of those things where everything is worthy but no one thing is important. I le...