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Once again our nation…our world…is mired…in a sad and gloomy fog
as 11 more people have been massacred in a Pittsburgh synagogue…
11 innocent people praying one minute…the next ceasing to exist
11 innocent people added to a long and growing list.
Once again we are filled sorrow…once again our grief we can’t disguise
Once again we feel for the families…once again the whole world cries…
Yes, once again we’re crying as more of our innocence drifts away
because tears are all we have left…when we have no more words to say.
Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Cecil Rosenthal, 59
David Rosenthal, 54
Bernice Simon, 84
Sylvan Simon, 86, (husband of Bernice)
Daniel Stein, 71
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69?
We hit Verona in the rain
But spirits didn't dampen, so
We walked the marble streets where once
Lived Juliet and Romeo.
The history is everywhere -
In buildings, towers, monuments,
Though fancy modern stores, of course,
Have infiltrated somehow hence.
Gelaterias thrive as well,
Biscotto was my second pick
With hazelnut (nocciola here);
I savored every single lick.
Our walking tour guide pointed out
A synagogue, a real surprise.
With all the churches I have seen,
This opened up my Jewish eyes.
I also learned that Romeo
And Juliet were likely real.
No matter if they were or not,
Her balcony has mass appeal.
We fought the crowds and snapped the shot,
The words of Shakespeare in my mind,
For lovers always seek the spot
Where true romance has been defined.
Doesn’t it seem preposterous, absurd and certainly a little odd
how we spend so much time arguing about religion…and fighting over our Gods?
Whether worshiped in a mosque, a pagoda, a church or a synagogue
New York City, rural Oklahoma, Beirut, Paris or Prague.
Whatever we choose to call him…or her…God’s history is long…
as is the fact so many are convinced their God is the right God
and all the other Gods are wrong.
Proof of a God or spiritual entity is all around us…spread out across the Earth.
the flowers, the trees, the lakes the mountains…the miracle of childbirth.
The birds that fly, the winds that blow…the changing ocean tides.
wherever there is beauty and innocence…that’s where God resides.
If those who believe in God…believe their God is benevolent…
a God who preaches love and justice and mercy…
then why is there a problem…why all the controversy?
If we all strive to be more like the God we worship…
If we believe from this God kindness, acceptance and generosity sprout…
Where is all this hatred coming from…and what in God’s name are we fighting about?
And if you believe your love, your kindness and acceptance comes from a God
or is more spiritual and comes from somewhere deep within
it should not matter a person’s gender, who they love, or the color of their skin.
It’s interesting… if we all strive to be kind, loving, accepting and generous
in the world we’re trying to create…
there would be no room inside our hearts for prejudice and hate.
If hate is part of you…or your religion…
then look at the people in life you’ve disparaged, abused and offended…
look deep into your heart and ask yourself?
Is this what your God intended?
Jairus had faith in Jesus. He's a synagogue leader.
He was impelled to implore Jesus in his times of need.
Jesus knew his inmost heart, as he was a mind reader.
He pleaded with Jesus to heal his daughter. He agreed.
The compassion of Jesus the divine consoled Jairus.
She is not dead, he said. He called out Talitha Cumi.
All around him thought he wasn't aware of the crisis.
The girl rose up. All stood as though struck by a tsunami.
Full of concern, like a father, he told them to feed her.
They felt the Almighty himself had arrived before them.
With his affection, their gloomy existence, he did stir
Each little being, for him, was more than a precious gem.
Death is suffering; Jesus proved, life is a miracle.
When lost life is won, the joy gained is incomparable.
God means so many different things to so many different people
whether you worship in a mosque, a synagogue or pray under a steeple.
Many struggle their whole lives looking to find a way
to understand who their God is and what he or she is trying to say.
For proof of a God look around you, look to all creations on this Earth…
the flowers that bloom, the rain that falls, the miracle of childbirth.
Look to the birds that fly, the winds that blow, look to the changing ocean tides
I think wherever you find innocence and beauty that’s where God resides.
I’m reminded of a story about a doctor who in a hospital one day
had a heart attack, fell to the ground, and in that same instant passed away.
His son, also a doctor, tried but couldn’t get his father’s heart re-beating
(How often we are reminded that life is nothing if not fleeting.)
The son was having a hard time coping with the sudden loss of his dad
as he tried hard to fight the bitterness that came with being sad.
He was doing rounds one afternoon and walked up to a young boy’s bed
“You look so sad,” the young boy observed, “is that because you’re father’s dead?”
The doctor bristled at the innocence of this boy who recently turned seven.
“He must have been a really good doctor.” The boy remarked,
“For God to call him up to Heaven.”
The doctor looked at the boy who seemed to be enjoying their little chat.
“I hadn’t ever thought about it, Billy, tell me, what makes you think that?”
“Well, God must have been pretty sick that day…I imagine he was feeling pretty bad…
and even with all the doctors he has in Heaven…that day…he chose your dad.”
The doctor smiled as he felt himself emerging from his gloom…
Smiled…as he felt the presence of his God within that room.
Smiled at the beauty and the innocence of a little boy who guides…
Smiled as he was reminded where his God resides.
Stand up for what you know is right;
and gain your freedom
from hate's insidious grip.
Let us celebrate the benevolence
of God and all that's good in life.
Look into your soul;
and let your faith guide you
to God's love.
Accept the Lord
into your heart;
let Him live within you,
not in any church,
mosque, synagogue, or temple.
To have a relationship with God:
speak to Him from your heart.
When you pray, you call God:
your heavenly father,
do you understand what you are saying?
Reciting the words isn't enough:
you need to believe what you say
or they are merely words.
God asks us to live life to the fullest,
and to share our joy
with our sisters and brothers
for we are all His children:
are we not?
No one loves alone,
sings EarthMother Muse.
No individual person
no isolated incorporation
or musical composition,
No monoculturing society,
No individual nation
or religious denomination,
No Father's WhiteTheistic
Orthodox
ChosenPeople Church
or SinFree Synagogue
or Patriarchal Mosque
or Black Lives Assembly,
No transcendently triumphant Kingdom Hall
lives inside health resonantly
while outside remains entirely wealthy
with runaway dissonant loneliness,
despair
depression
oppression
suppression,
lack of multiculturally systemic impression
Neglecting cognitive opportunity
to grow deep intuitive feelings
of integrity
Loving inside EarthPower
and outside HeavensLight
resiliently
BiPartisan bilaterally
ego/ecosystemic brilliantly
Panentheistic holonic spirited
green democratically
universally co-enlightened Left
co-empowering RightBrain wealthier expressions
of Earth's polypathic
polyvagal
polyculturing
unitarian Muse
Fusing and fuguing
toward polyphonic songs of synergy
found in healthy incorporated bodies
anticipating curiously communal
wealthy win/win green minds
with red-blooded bicameral hearts.
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
Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...
Who (on a lark) doth
spur my distant soul
fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
ye to catfish
as a way to avoid
this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness
of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,
where thee
(latter days haint)
feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ
appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for
tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
strictures of Jew,
moost likely christening
implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)
proudly prideful mensch
linkedin kindling joy
de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,
within their mini mansions,
and attending synagogue,
solemn non joke
kingly seriously
commingling, congregating,
and copulating plenti
fully, while livingsocial
at least among other rich folk,
sans Mainline, Pennsylvania
a cohesive family tribe
dispersed members of Zion
prompting this atheistic
scribe try'n
to fathom long gone - NEIN
never forgotten Semitic
village people (mine
ancestry), who hailed and
harkened from Eastern Europe
wonder on this
eightieth anniversary,
of Kristallnacht, where genocide
cleft a jagged line,
where ponders thyself
countless relations
haunting as I dost
eat, sleep or dine!
A Jew looks at the blue of his ritual fringe *
thinks of the wonderful world he's in
The deep blue of the sea meets the horizon
blue shades of the sky his eye's on
'Til he arrives at the Throne of Glory, where sits the King
Who inspires him to do all the right things
~ that to Heaven helps earthlings wing
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* Note:'Ritual fringes' are found attached to the ends of prayer
shawls worn by married Orthodox Jewish men and some
post-bar-mitzvah boys in synagogue, as well as by some
Conservative and Reform Jewish men and women. Almost
all Orthodox males over three years old also wear a lighter
four-cornered garment, with ritual fringes attached, under
their shirts during waking hours. During Temple times, one
of the fringes was a deep blue color. (Not now, but we use
our imaginations). ~ gw