Today is the Jewish Day of Atonement,
A day to look deep into your thoughtful soul.
To make things right, with all you’ve wronged.
And stop, with your own, self-righteous songs.
To contact each person in fullest honesty!
Later in synagogue,honor in song, our beloved dead.
And of any harm you caused the living, make things right.
Yom Kippur begins ….as the golden sun sets tonight!
Last week we celebrated the first day of New Year, Rosh Hashanah,
The day that Adam was created, the very most mbeginning
Of all the most colorful, human race.
The Jewish New Year, with joyousness, I hope do partake.!
Am Yisrael Chai!
Panagiota Romios
10/1/2025
If you have done this,
It is wrong — a shadow cast,
A contradiction in the heart’s pure glass.
You must confess,
Break the silence, stonewall no more,
For faithful persuasion opens the door.
Righteous rage, a fire that burns,
Yet deflators of power twist and turn.
Within your repertoire, seek the light,
Atonement’s path comes clear in sight.
Step by step, the truth unfolds,
And peace, at last, your soul holds.
when we're together holding hands
and in a world completely of our own
the tenderness I feel for you
outshines the moon and sun
it's in the way you fill my heart
with caring warmth and goodness
i savour the virtue and integrity
of a soul that's sweepingly atoned
and that gentleness is all the sweeter
AP: 1st place 2025
La wicked bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex--
deep within the marshlands-
'neath a foul--swampy grave,
shall indeed summon
Pumpkin Head.
Rage's what he wheels,
from those who seek revenge;
Restitution for the reckless end
of a love-one, who's been slain.
Her Abyss fiend, ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best and wiser yet
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent, for it's the only tool
the hunted have to soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
The Reaper's minion
feeds his thirst
with bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, confronting
their fate--with a wicker fort
made faith that rots;
For pleas and screams,
like wood ablaze-only excite
his callus, morbid heart.
Condemned souls
who bear the witch's mark.
Hell hound will dissecting hunt.
For the following dawn
are found only severed heads
with bods from limbs apart.
And who are we, ignoble birthed,
knowing as we must,
all elements of earth
laid down in divine trust
berthed in perfect form-
stupendous souls made from dust.
Finger of God made so much of it
Divine capsule of design
Then the human being lost his mind,
lost the way for humankind.
Blood sacrifice cries from the ground
Stones will cry out if they must
What would they say if they could sound
out hope of humane recreation?
Lust for life is never past the point
of no return to final destination.
Atonement is a living law, on its own.
It is impossible to bleed life from a stone.
Aqua Marine. 02/04/2024.
He could have come to rule the world,
he should have been a king.
He could have had all that he want,
but then what would it bring?
For he knew who he was and also
what the world would need.
Thus, he chose life a poor man’s son
who lived a life to bleed
upon the cross, between two thieves,
completely left alone.
‘Twould seem at glance a failure
in this world with heart of stone.
But in that very thought
the answer lies, “why did he do?”
He didn’t live his life for him...
he lived his life for you.
The long-drawn-out throb of my core,
Mounting up my red lane,
It is so cold, my eyes are all sore
My atonements have been in bane,
One swell of solecism
Exonerating mine deeds unfeasible to deem,
My soul cries to death
My beautiful dreams drifted.
In support of human rights everywhere. The truth is not discovered quickly enough for justice to prevail and reparations to be made. But in time, all is revealed. And those who commit atrocities take their actions with them into their next life.
Let's be the bridge for all that is good for everyone we meet. If you can't help, at least don't harm.
There is no atonement
By Michelle Morris
20/06/2023
There is no atonement
For the atrocities that men do
Those acts beyond the unthinkable
That linger on in history
No matter what the books say
No matter what is told
The truth goes on inside us
It affects humanity's DNA
There is no atonement
No excuses that can be made
If we harm others in our lifetime
We take our tarnished halos to the grave
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Whatever the offerings of time may bring
Whatever song my heart chooses to sing
On life’s small pursuit I shall meditate
Elysian splendor around me, I appreciate
The simplicities of pastoral living unfurl
I’m graced in your stellar light, a cosmic pearl
Serene contemplation, moments well spent
A transcend of intellect, I pursue contentment
Humbled, a mochila drapes my shoulders
Now weightless, old tomes heavy as boulders
Once laden with Maslow's hierarchy of needs
The cause of sight itself as Plato laid the seeds
Streets of an unclean soulless city no more
Once blemished and ugly as a repellant eyesore
Until this vacant shell had found release,
acceptance paralleled an inner peace
A new perspective can only see the beauty
of the craftsmanship and the ingenuity
On this celestial hike I embrace “carpe diem”
A lesson learned in this hour spans a millennium
The power and value of each moment
however brief, I walk along as an exponent
Unfurling love that rids me of my emptiness
Colloquially speaking I have found happiness
Atonement
By Michelle Morris
23/11/2022
Atonement seems to be this very heavy memory
Of this cross you carried for so many years
We both know that you crossed the line
Destroyed my trust and burned my smile
It took me decades to rebuild my sense of instinct
To move in circles of humanity without flinching
And you think that because you felt guilt and suffered
That it is enough for me to let you back into my world
I have forgiven you and have moved on with my life
I don't need to move on with you in its path
Atonement is the making of amends
It cannot demand forgiveness or friendship as its end
You need to forgive yourself and learn the lessons
You need to accept that a broken relationship needs its endings
We can move on in our separate spheres
You can do your thing and I can't be near
For as much as I can forgive, the memories live on
And I would prefer distance as atonement's song
Put down your cross; learn, grow and do better
Make every effort to love and nurture your relationships
Let your soul be lightened by your learnings
May your best atonement be that you're a better person
© Michelle Morris, 2022
THE ATONEMENT APPLIED
A "Man" stands in the Heavenly courts--
His death for sin will now atone.
There are scars on head, side, and hands.
He raises these hands and pleads for His own.
On earth, a Lamb, His blood He shed.
In heaven, High Priest, that blood He pleads
His righteous life and willing death,
As we kneel in prayer with all our needs.
He pleads our cause in these last days,
Our only hope to overcome
The last great fight in Satan's war,
And thus be sealed when victory's won.
For when He leaves the Heavenly Courts
And prepares to take His children home,
No longer will He atone for sin.
Probation's hour is forever gone.
Today, dear ones, He pleads your case;
Tomorrow brings, so soon, the end.
We can't delay to give Him all--
God's Lamb, High Priest, our King and Friend.
Copyright 2005, Kathryn Search
Atonement of those words that left from your mouth,
Which broke my heart beyond any bound.
Those gut-wrenching actions that I have seen from your eyes,
Are more painful than your lies.
That love you claimed was never mine,
For you, I have always been a rotten wine,
Sour and sharp, not so divine.
The moment that we had feels like a sham now,
Your presence now is my broken vow.
The gate has been closed, there is no way to trespass,
The love that I had is devastated, perhaps.
Soon mend your ways
Before it is too late
A way to win, trace
Meekly obey not fate
Start your duty now
Don't easily postpone
Contact with love
Over the phone
Make a visit with no delay
Please destroy your ego
Try to find out a way
To do that now itself go
Time runs so fast
You may lose a chance
Give up not at any cost
Efforts, you enhance
If you are lethargic
And lazy to the core
You can do no magic
Losses only you store
If you act immediately
You can make amends
If you act resolutely
Your loss, your act ends
Delay will bring sorrow
There is no doubt at all
For a happy tomorrow
Your life, you overhaul.
In a land where ignorance is courage,
The politics of faith is raging to hush the sage,
For if the moth will fly to dig the truth,
The dragons and tigers will ply in cahoot.
I was once a moth with desire for a mind,
In a land where almost whole is blind,
But the dragons and tigers just wouldn't empty their seat,
For streams of treasures can be reaped like a wheat.
So in fear that my shine can untangle the folds,
They threw flames at my feet; they spent tons of golds;
They sent all their senses to cast the bane of defame,
So even the young minds won't remember my name.
Is this really the land that i dreamt about,
Where the sound of a common voice is ticket to die?
Where only the dragons are aloud to shout,
And the kittens for long be defamed with a lie?
Damn are the dragons who play fire with their hand,
For the lambs will suffer the scourge in this land,
May the eye of atonement strike the heart of their soul,
So justice will reign in a land that's for all.
It will happen naturally to me: I will be lucky.
I'm supposed to be watching all mild night.
Multilingual worship and prayer plucky.
That seems to be harps and is a slashed sight.
We would be on obedient terms again tonight.
God overpowers us thus completely.
The sentiment inside us is still amply bright.
I'm exhausted and ready for resting, deeply.
And why are our lips so hesitant to kiss?
I`m sure your feelings and mine are tied.
Your blood always causes my cheeks to bliss.
We're heading straight for the lewdness vied.
Holding the other close will ensure our survival.
I expect a conspicuous person's eventual arrival.
Written: August 18, 2022
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