“Micro-Everything”
It’s nice indeed, this micro-land,
With court enclosed, and pleasant stand
Of trees with fronds where leaves would be,
If this were northern stand of trees.With coffee hot, and air still cool,
Sun peeking at the edge (’round pool –
The buildings with their balconies
Block most of sun, along with trees).The birds, exotic, like those days
In Winter-peg we’d go to play
Conservatory-guessing-game –
What is that bird? You know it’s a name?So in this open-air wee place,
I drink my morning coffee – graced
By presence of our offering now;
Twelve hours to play as light allows.So Lord, as Shabbat starts this day,
Bless all of us who’ve come this way,
As chaos mounts around the world
And sector-banners are unfurled.For this is micro-space within
A world where peace is paper-thin;
Now everyone cries, “We’re deceived!” –
Like Jacques Elul said, “Folks, your feet –“Have brought you to this place of pain;
For we don’t think ahead to gain
Advantage in our times of peace –
To set tomorrow’s quick release”.As Nile and Zeka take their toll,
We, unaffected, safely stroll
Our micro-worlds, built much like this –
Oblivious to serpent’s hiss.But serpent’s there amongst the blades
Of grass, like in the Everglades;
And when its moment comes at last,
We see for real our times, now past.So Lord, as we move into day,
And Super-bowl erupts in play,
Help all of us to see for real,
And life of others start to feel.Thanks Lord for this.
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