a song of aching beauty his notes fall like stars, drenching everything in their afterglow, an evanescent flash,
each phrase asking if, each refrain a soaring why in counterpoint to moon rhythm
each a part of the symphony, of always–
of star-blossoms blooming time and again like love.
It’s been a crazy week and a crazy weekend with some computer issues. Hopefully everything is resolved. This is my message from the Oracle that I started early yesterday morning. I’m sorry I’m so behind in commenting!
The child presses her face against the window glass, watches as the sun sinks into the sea and the first stars appear in the sky. She makes a wish as one streaks, burns, and falls vanishing like her neighbors. (“Poor things,” her mother had said when she saw their yellow stars.) She wonders if they will send her a postcard from wherever they are, and if she can change her wish– to see them again, the doctor with the kind eyes and his playful daughters with their flowing-wheat hair.
The child, older now, presses her face against a now-cracked window, watches the stars in a clear sky, the bombs silenced, she hears wind-murmurs of hope returned and dreams remembered bittersweet, like chocolate she ate—before. She sees in streams of starlight a vision sowed in sparkling silver waves, and hopes her long-ago wish will take root and grow.
I was writing something else, and the memory of painting above just popped into my head. One doesn’t ignore those things. I went looking for it in my posts and found a poem I had written several years ago. I’ve revised it slightly. Today is Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day), sundown 27 April to sundown 28 April. The current war in Ukraine and the rise of authoritarian governments everywhere, makes this seem particularly timely. In one of the horrible ironies of this time, Jews, including Holocaust survivors, have fled Ukraine to seek refuge in Berlin. Sharing this with Open Link Night on dVerse.