This poem was written as the horror in Ukraine unfolded and now today
another day, and new unimaginable horrors …and I cling to the gratitude
of neshama, which as I understand it, in Judaism, is the concept of the
beginning and essence of life and the soul itself and therefore somewhat
appropriate for the current nightmare in Israel as I….
Cling with gratitude and great gulping breaths, calming my horrified eyes
Trying to slow my anxious heart, and trembling fingers -
Grateful
I breathe fill my lungs, fill my stunned self with self-serving
Gratitude
for my supreme, unguaranteed privilege of safety
as with deep quavering breaths – I type in a quiet
room where faint bird song drifts through the window.
NESHAMA - UKRAINE
Neshama - Neshama - breath of life - sacred soul ...
sit in my bed at night - in the dawn of early morning
this helpless cheer-leader - pounding sunflower
pom poms - poems and pretty pictures -illuming my
unadulterated incompetence to truly assist - with each
breath - my shame - inhaled - my safe existence exhaled
as I sit - watching, watching, the soul of freedom furl
manifested in streets - one particled part of this entire
watching world who gather and cheer - some as simple
spectators at a novel televised event -this watching world
that sends a bit of support here and there as men learn
weapons and kiss loved ones off –
as mothers craft molotovs - babes at breast –
take arms or flight away - in the cold, cold -
smiling for children, tears flicked off tired eyes-
as a singular voice calm and measured rises above –
rises in a clarion call to all to come and join in protecting freedom sacrosanct -
calls in unwavering passion –
Neshama manifested –
in a leader in a people –
as the world watches - and watches and watches –
Neshama - Neshama -soul of breath - of life -
We are one - We are one breath -
I cringe in my privilege far far
away - push the button on my
coffee maker -return to
the couch along with millions
of others to watch - to watch -
Nesahama - Neshama
soul of humanity -
my breath held
witness to
Glory -
unstoppable
Neshama –
Breath
Soul
Life
I so resonate with this poem, Pearl - ashamed of my good fortune in a world of war and devastating suffering. You have expressed this so well. Neshama - the breath of life - beautiful to contemplate as Planet Earth waits for humanity to grow wise and come together. Stop the suffering.
ReplyDeleteThis is so powerful, Pearl. Yes, we are privileged indeed; and most of the time we don't stop to realize it until we reflect on Ukraine....or Israel...or where will it be next? Yes, we are grateful it isn't us....this time. But it is someone, and that is the horror of it all!
ReplyDeleteYes, guilty gratitude, we are grateful that this time the "someone" is not us. Thank you Mary.
Delete"Neshama - Neshama - breath of life - sacred soul ...
ReplyDeletesit in my bed at night - in the dawn of early morning
this helpless cheer-leader . . . "
This is the action, Dr. Pearl, this poem that cries out of the silence in a safe part of the world. Thank you for being a voice, a light in the darkness.
Oh Susan, high praise indeed, to be called a voice, a light in the darkness - thank you - you have touched me deeply.
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ReplyDeletebreath - my shame - inhaled - my safe existence exhaled: yes indeed, many of us seem to be dealing with that position of helplessness and privilege as the world collapses into carnage.
Yes, Rajani helplessness and privilege an uncomfortable duality - but necessary to feel the discomfort to continue to care in a world that is too often apparently indifferent.
Delete"with each / breath my shame - inhaled - my safe existence exhaled"....This is exactly what our feelings and thoughts are about what's going on. You've said it so powerfully and with heart. I believe most people are good and it's only a handful of them responsible for all the misery. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana and I too agree that most people are good and yet it is the minority that wreak such misery. A sigh is a perfect response.
DeleteI am feeling the horror of this situation and trying to get past the numbness and shock. I also feel a sense of privilege in being here in America and safe, yet friends are more deeply impacted as they fear for loved ones.
ReplyDeleteThank you for teaching me Neshama.
ReplyDeletePearl Girl, this. just THIS. You have found a way to examine our shared privilege in a way that isn't just self-flagellating. There is depth in this. It is possible to be safely away from something and still be a part of it. If we all were to head out to Ukraine, to Fukushima, to the occupied West Bank, would we feel it more deeply, or would we just be in the way, like the worst kind of tourists?
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