Shadowing

Shadows fill our lives, following us through decades, centuries

Connectors stretch strands through DNA, genetics.

Life lines of our trees, our genealogy, are part of our personal continuum.

Shadows, heritages, expand through millennia

blossoming new generations forward.

Shadows fill our lives, following us through decades, centuries
Connectors stretch strands through DNA, genetics
Life lines of our trees, our genealogy, are part of our personal continuum
Shadows, heritages, expand through millennia
blossoming new generations forward.
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Photographs, prose, Copyright Lorri M.

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Slate, Cypress, Bolders, Straw

Paths of slate

weathered shapes of grey

black, roughed edged

form the base for many wanderings.

Smoothness worn thin

through time and footsteps

still stand strong

warriors within

neutral tones of earth.

Between cypress,

boulders, straw

lies earth that

has felt man’s feet

upon its back,

its spine

wandering in directions

of unknown illuminations

from past, present

moving towards future

possibilities.

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Shabbat Shalom to those who celebrate. For everyone who visits, I hope you have a lovely weekend.

Writings and photography are Copyrights Lorri M.

Snow, Tree, Sunset, Shabbat

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. -John Muir

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Come Down Angel of Peace

Come help us set up Shabbat.
We will set out the Kiddush cup and candles.
Tell G-d to gift us with remembrance of Shabbat.
Help us set the tablecloth and light the candles.
Come down, Angel of Peace.
Come help us set up Shabbat.
–Gabe Streisfeld

Copyright Lorri M.

Poem, Shabbat, Pandemic

My God, My God, I pray that these things never end,
The sand and the sea,
The rustle of the waters,
Lightning of the Heavens,
The prayer of Man.

The voice called, and I went.
I went, because the voice called.

-Hannah Senesh

I read the heartfelt, emotional poem, Pandemic Sabbath, by Cathleen Cohen. It spoke to me on many levels of how many of us are celebrating Shabbat, during this age of COVID-19.

Be well, stay safe, everyone.

Shabbat Shalom to those who celebrate.

 

I am currently reading The Book of Lost Names, by Kristin Harmel.  It is based on a true WWII story.  I will write a review when I have finished it.

Open Heart, by Elie Wiesel, is a book I have finished reading for the second time.  I cannot say enough about it, and once again, found it extremely inspiring.

Here is a poem that I have posted in the past, and am posting again, as it speaks to me, in meaningful ways.

Shabbat Day

Skies of other worlds
In the blue-bright air,
Sides of houses
Edge eternity.
Clay-red roofs
Where pigeons – mincing – walk,
Fly the doves – the whir and flutter
Of their soaring wings.
Soundless the yellow butterfly
At its play.
Winds lift white clouds
And sift the sand
From earth-bound stones –
Exalted the light
Of this dazzling Day,
Yet strangely close to home.
-Dobra Levitt

Shabbat Shalom!

Copyright Lorri M.

Doors, Preceding, Following

Without doors, I wouldn’t exist, and my aura would not be a brightness illuminating in time’s continuum.

Without doors my children, my grandchildren, and my great-grandchildren would not exist, their very essence inhibited, diminished, in the folds of life’s tapestries.

Each new door, that I traveled through opened new gateways of my existence.
Every entrance had an exit, leading to new horizons, change, realms of vividness, reproduced in technicolor kaleidoscopes.

Future generations of my lineage will not wither, because of doors, passages,entrances and exits, I have wandered through, on my life’s journey.
Their breaths will continue to carry my ancestors, carrying me, with each inhale and exhale.

Ancestral doors preceded me, and doors will follow me, sequencing new generations, into beginning life forces.

Copyright Lorri M.