Impressions in the Park
Quietness interrupted by faint noises
birds chirping in obscure codes
undecipherable with thought
symphonies unheard by ears
visual melodramas unseen by eyes.
Meshing winds soothing the surroundings
in harmony and on key
unheard by eyes, unseen by ears
clouds seep low - keep thoughts confined
human noises intermingle with natureís release
the symphonies battle each other to be heard.
Shabbat spirit settles in
and everyone leaves the scene
itís quiet now, except for aviary chants
nobody is here, the town is empty
Shabbat - a divine civil defense drill
practiced at the end of the week
protect thyself in the shelter of prayer.
Sprinklers stand idly by
anticipating their moment of glory
awaiting their chance to spread their love
catalysts of growth and change.
Benches extending a warm welcome
to anyone who cares enough to sit down
forget about your troubles
and tune in to nearby wonders --
the old Turkish shack stands by.
Trees and stones, the foundation of this world
keeps the ground in tact
and our souls reaching out
to touch something solid
secure and entrenched in the earth
unity of spirit and land.
Written in Independence Park, Jerusalem (1-6-84)
Revised: 4/21/98. Open Topic