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Leaving Our Egypt- A Path Unknown

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Wilderness or promised land?

You have been freed!

Hurry, because the slaves are leaving fast,

Having cheated the angel of death upon your doorstep.

At least for the moment . . . 

But there is a deadly new plague on the horizon.

Covid-19. 

Did your mystical God wreak the virus upon us?

I thought he was perhaps more powerful than our idols.

Hurry before Pharaoh changes his mind.

Or your people cower and decide to stay.

Bring only the essentials.

A dry unleavened cracker,

And vial of my hot magenta lipstick

Pharaoh’s wife cried.

Hurry my slave. 

Take your plagues with you!

Bring your sickness, destruction, and death.

You must leave the house of your birth.

Do not look behind.

Set out in the blackness, to wander an unknown path.

Will it be a barren wilderness? 

Or a promised land?

Can the promise of new life, 

Be sweeter than the safety of past misery?

As you stand on this beacon of light, 

Do you have the fortitude to step forward?

Go! You must hurry before you hesitate.

And fear to leave the tomb of your mind.

The Broken Easter Bunny

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From the chards of the chocolate Easter bunny and matzo crumbs come surrender.

The bunny was broken! Yet, he stood for sale in the window of Duane Reade with a noticeable gash. Maybe the store clerk didn’t notice that the confection had been maimed. It flew in the face of what we expect on Easter Day, this ancient rite of spring — garish hats decked with birds and flowers, perky marshmallow Peeps, and new pastel pumps. 

But then again, this was no normal holiday. Over the past months, humanity has been fleeing one another, only hoping to be spared from a modern-day plague. 

All at once, it hit me. Here was the perfect metaphor in a chain store window. It’s about me.I feel hollow and bruised like the boxed-in bunny. Frightened of slipping down the rabbit hole. My underpinnings have been torn away. I am fatigued from hoarding toilet paper and wee wee pads. Exhausted trying to figure out where this will all end.

All at once, the bunny spoke to me. “Yes, I am not perfect. I bring the parts of me that have been shattered and gutted to the full beauty of life’s experience. And so will you.” I stood dumbfounded on a painful Easter Day as I contemplated my broken humanity.

Passover- A Journey to Possibility

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Hurry my servant, you have been commanded to flee.

Along with 600,000 of your tribe.

After more than 400 years, you Jews have been freed.

Hurry, because the slaves are leaving fast,

Hurry before Pharaoh changes his mind.

Or your people cower and decide to stay.

Wear the baby pink toga,

With the flat, strappy Prada sandals.

You must pack light but look pretty.

Bring a vial of my hot magenta lipstick

Along with these gold coins.

Take my pearl ear bobbles,

I won’t need them anymore.

Pharaoh’s wife wept.

Here is charred lamb meat as a snack.

For you will need strength for your journey.

And pack some bread, although it is unleavened.

Do not wait for it to rise.

Pray to your mystical God for us,

As your divinity is more powerful than Ramses.

Hurry my slave, and take your plagues with you.

Your sickness, destruction, and death.

Take your wretchedness and stench of bondage.

Listen to me carefully.

You have been a faithful servant.

But you must leave the house of your birth.

Do not look behind.

Set out in the blackness,

Hurry, for you will be guided

By a vapor darker than the blackest shadow.

Run, into the magical unknown.

Believe, and you will find your way.

Go now before you hesitate.

And fear to leave the tomb of your mind.

Run, into the magical unknown 
Believe, and you will find your way.

Valentine Me.

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I want to send more love into the world,

Instead of throwing kerosene on conflicts.

To be a source of happiness to others and myself,

And have more empathy and be slow to anger.

To stop playing God, and realize I am powerless,

Against the forces of nature,

And everything else.

I would like to be a walking red heart.

Even with the knowledge that the earth is dying.

That rage and racial hatred are like mother’s milk.

To turn it all this over, like a plate full of discarded peas,

At the foot of a higher power.

Who might have abandoned his creation.

Or taken a long summer vacation.

Or is plotting some kind of cover-up.

I wish you a Valentine with white fancy lace.

I will pray for chocolate anesthesia. 

Ask for grace,

And that salvation grows.

A happy valentine
Valentine Me.