On The Way Home From Shul Again/ Cold As Ice
ON THE WAY HOME FROM SHUL AGAIN/COLD AS ICE
On the way home from Shul again,
Cold as ice
Even the Beauty of the white-light morning sun
Cannot completely warm,
I look up at the all - blue- light sky
And dream the world
A poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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After Shul This Morning
AFTER SHUL THIS MORNING
After Shul this morning
I feel a poem I cannot write-
The Beauty of the world
Deep deep in me-
The colors the light all around-
I thank God for all the blessings given me in my old age-
I walk home happily.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Walking Home From Shul
WALKING HOME FROM SHUL
Walking home from Shul
After early morning davvening
I am calm as peace
Quiet as happiness-
I hear my soul say:
Blessed are you in old age
That can walk home from Shul
So surely and so happily.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Dream Does The Morning Sky Say To Me?
WHAT DREAM DOES THE MORNING SKY SAY TO ME?
What dream does the morning sky say to me?
A cold and white dream?
A fast moving white- clouded dream?
What dream does morning sky say to me?
An old man walking home from shul,
Happy and at peace
Looking forward to breakfast.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Morning Moon Gives Its Last Light
THE MORNING MOON GIVES ITS LAST LIGHT
The morning moon gives its last light
The sky is harshly grey and white-
I walk home from shul
Brisk wind and dark leaves,
All Freshness around me
Exultantly free.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is A Poem For Me Somewhere This Morning
THERE IS A POEM FOR ME SOMEWHERE THIS MORNING
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I will find it somehow
Perhaps it is in the memory of my father
Whose Yahrtzeit is today
Twenty- two years.
Perhaps it is as it is often
In the morning light
When I first walk outside to Shul
Perhaps it is in the deep need for a poem
For my own justification
Perhaps it is in my daughter’s search
For poems of inspiration
Perhaps it is in many things mixed together
Most of which I have not yet
And may never bring to mind
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I am writing it now
It is not beautiful
And not the best
And maybe even not much of a poem
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
And I am not alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Do Not Die In My Aloneness
I DO NOT DIE IN MY ALONENESS
I do not die in my aloneness-
I live in it
I find solace in its silence-
I cry out to the sky with it
I feel Beauty in its fear
I love where it takes me in the long walking distance-
Alone alone alone
I see the morning light
And all the world is with me
As I sing my own song happily
On my way home from shul again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Walking To Shul
Walking to Shul
Walking to Shul-
'Who are we?
What are we?
Where do we come from?
Where are we going to? '
The morning light does not say-
No one knows the answers to the deepest questions-
We live in a journey of guess and wonder-
We live and die
And who we really are
Only God knows.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh Poem Of The Cold Morning
OH POEM OF THE COLD MORNING
Oh poem of the cold morning
Oh cold harsh wind
Oh difficult day ahead-
Oh light which surprises us with the beauties of God’s world-
Oh poem of the cold morning
Light and more light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Winter Poem Is A Cold Poem
THE WINTER POEM IS A COLD POEM
The winter poem is a cold poem
It is a poem seeking warmth
It wants to feel a comfort
In being at home
But the cold is deep
And so dark
And the pain so rigid in its breaking
That no light can heat it
And no sun can thaw it
And nothing not even the bright blue skies of another time
Can make one forget it.
The winter poem is a hard poem and a cold poem
And the soul of that poem is as loveless as death.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Don't Know Why This Sadness Is Me
I don’t know why this sadness is me,
And why depression has suddenly come -
It seems as if I am empty alone
And nowhere and nothing knows
Just what I was.
I am deeper into what I do not want to be
Then I know how to go out of-
Oh these games of despair
How often have I played them in the past-
Let me walk outside
Let me feel the light
Let me read an interesting page
Let the time for Shul come and let me get to my Siddur again-
Anything anything
But the down of this now
Which by my writing is already somewhat less,
And only disturbance
Deep disturbance
Anxiety -
Why?
I will get out of this soon I tell myself-
When I get up from this chair
And do something, anything else
The door, the light, the light the outside
A walk up the hill to Shul will save me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Wrote/ As I Walked To Shul At Night
THE POEM I WROTE/ AS I WALKED TO SHUL AT NIGHT
The Poem I wrote
As I walked to Shul at night
Was the prayer that God
would help us survive and thrive
in this dark and difficult region
where Death and Destruction
are Demanded Daily
by those who would rather kill us
than love their own lives.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Two Poems On A Morning Walk Back From Shul
TWO POEMS ON ONE MORNING WALK BACK FROM SHUL
GOD I AM AFRAID OF MY LIFE NOW
God I am afraid of my life now
Afraid of what it will become
Afraid of what I have seen so many others suffer.
Holding on now.
Just holding on.
THE BEAUTY OF THE MORNING
The Beauty of the morning
Is the Light
The new day
The world beginning again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How Green Is God's World
HOW GREEN IS GOD’S WORLD
How green is God’s world
How light
How wonderful it is to walk in the morning
To feel alive.
I will pray soon
In Shul also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Lost The Poem I Wrote In My Mind
I LOST THE POEM I WROTE IN MIND
I lost the poem I wrote in my mind
When walking to Shul this morning-
I can only try to recall its thoughts;
‘Walk too fast and the mind cannot hear itself
Walk slowly and listen to the poem inside yourself.
The road ahead the trees the sky
Has a beauty too great for you to write
Thank God for your sight.”
The best lines are forever gone-
A poem to replace a poem
Is not as good as the original-
I wish I had the words for all the beauty God gives me in my life
How wonderful it is to be alive- sometimes
And to be able to write poems – even if somewhat poorly.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't Leave Home
Like a ghost dont need a key
Your best friend I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up for me
You don't even need to speak
When I've been here for just one day
You'll already miss me if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends anymore
Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home
If you're cold I'll keep you warm
And If you're lost just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home
I arrived when you were weak
I'll make you weaker, like a child
Now all your love you give to me
When your heart is all I need
Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home
If you're cold I'll keep you warm
And If you're lost just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home
Oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
When it's just you and little me
Everything is clear and everything is new
So you won't be leaving will you
If you're cold I'll keep you warm
And If you're lost just hold on
Cause I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home
Cause I will be your safety
I will be your safety
I will be your safety
Oh don't leave home
song performed by by Dido
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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Single Candle Light
The warm glow of a single candle flame
beckons a weary stranger there
to the bosom of a warm fire in
from the nighttime's cold.
A warm caring heart keeps the candle lit
to welcome back their love
from their long and lonely trek.
Each night they light the candle,
and sit waiting all alone,
hoping one night their love,
will glance on it
and return to their loving home.
The warm stretching finger
prods the darkness every night,
as it can be seen from miles away
across the empty prairie,
as they sit alone each night
by the warm fair light.
Hoping that their love will see its warm glow
and return to it and come home tonight
from their long and weary trek.
For years, the candle was lit,
but sadly, it shines no more.
Love broke the lonely heart
when they never came home.
Now all you can hear is a lonesome whistle
when the wind blows cold at night.
It has replaced that warm glow
of that single candle light.
poem by David Harris
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Snow wonderland
Matching scratches
White square patterns, design by print feet.
Back and forward & square.
Walking straight to shine light & moving shadow
Reflect the way home
Cold needles are sewing the red faces looking around.
Everything is enchanted by light and mud.
Pine tree green cover in a sweet icing.
Drops, smoking, cold melting ice
On my hands warmed pocket.
Broken snow, walking on the front steps.
Inside the house, outside a paint window
Nature a great painter.
After the night.
Museum of white morning colours
Shouting scarf's and boots
Angels games.
Raining melting tree.
Warm grey sky.
White bushes with orange and red berry faces.
White pyramids of smoking chimney.
Keeping warm thrones.
poem by Luca Menin
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Blue
Lay at my side and shut out the world
Warm this cold heart and wrap me in love
Pour magic into a space made for you
Lifetimes of longing are to live through
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
All of my life Ive hungered for you
All my lost days of dreaming are through
Riding the clouds on a mission of schemes
Now you are here oh how simple it seems
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
Blue is my world cold is my name
Love was my problem with no one to blame and you
Taught me how to see light shine in me
Light is reflected so easily
I said blue no more blue dont say good-bye
You leave me breathless with nothing to say
Turned me burned me and blew me away
And if you leave like a ghost without trace
This night of love means a world I can face
Blue blue blue blue blue blue
Holding you close timeless together
Heaven just spoke freeze this moment forever and
All other images fall from my eyes
Love you have come to me straight from the skies
I said blue no more blue
I said blue no more blue dont say good-bye
I will always know that love can live
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Home Along
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,
With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther blowin' thin,
Oh, then my thoughts do stretch their wings an' fly across the sea,
Home along, home along, to the place where I would be!
Home along, home along, there's deep an' leafy lanes,
Where kind an' warm's the summer sun an' soft the autumn rains;
An' many a ship to harbour comes, an' sailor home from sea,
Home along, home along, in the West Countrie!
I wonder how they're farin' now, the young folks an' the old,
An' if they think at all o' me, when nights are cold;
An' what's the tale on Market Strand, the news on Fish Strand Quay,
Home along, home along, in the West Countrie!
Home along, home along, 'tis maybe not the same
Wi' no one left but old men there, the faint 'earts an' the lame;
Who'll pull my oar to lifeboat now, when the blue lights burn at sea,
Home along, home along, in the West Countrie?
I wish that 'Igh Kiel fleet would come, the waitin's cruel slow,
An' when I get my bit o' leave, oh, I know where I will go,
To sit me down beside the fire, or stroll beside the quay,
Home along, home along, in the West Countrie.
Home along, home along, an' I'd like to see it now,
The ruddy furrow white wi' gulls behind my father's plough -
A friend to greet, an' a girl to meet, an' a score o' folks to see,
Home along, home along, in the West Countrie!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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