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.

 

 

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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

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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.

 

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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/

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