The Sabbath was silent,
Silence replaced the normal Holy Days joy.
No angels sang nor prophets prophesied,
as the holy words seemed hollow
since the Promised King had died without raising a single sword.
The veil laid torn,
the blood stained the ground,
and soldiers guarded the tomb,
as the world waited to see if hope would ever be reborn.
Little did anyone know this would be the last silent sabbath before the world would see Hope restored.
It’s one minute till midnight,
and the world shall change again,
all is soon to end,
as all is soon to begin.
Today I helped move our church. We worked pretty hard and moved several truck loads of furniture. When I got home I wanted to take a shower but there was nearly no pressure. I was not a happy camper. Continue reading
What are your dreams that you never share?
Why are they so secret that you do not dare
to open them up and lay your soul bare?
On the rooftop all secrets are to be revealed,
why not share with someone now before your fate is sealed?
Some men speak with passion even though they have nothing to say.
Some men say nothing yet their silence speaks volumes.
Wisdom leans towards the virtue of silence rather than passion without substance.
A man born of the past who was constantly late,
met a modernist and they to began date.
Little did they know they were dating their future mate.
Later they spoke the Tena’im and broke the plate,
and sealed a future deal for their marital fate.
Their postmodern sensibilities showed that they could not wait,
as they discovered the three of them were in a pleasant though surprising state.
The days have been peaceful before the coming war,
The hair above my temple has turned a bit more grey,
I hear off in the distance a lion roar,
I know it desires for me is to be it’s prey. Continue reading
On this date four years ago,
we welcomed the daughter we had yet to know,
for nine months prior we got to watch her grow and grow,
then the time came for her to make her debut,
as we would come to know she had a pension even then
to sometimes move a little slow. Continue reading
So I’m continuing my poetry bend for haikus in 2011. Which version do you think works better?
Moments turn in to days,
days travel on till months are gone,
tomorrow’s years are now here.
or
Moments turn in to days,
days travel on till months are gone,
tomorrow’s future is now here.
Torid passions burn so bright,
yet true loves fuels the lasting embers,
burning long into the night.
