It was so good to see you again.
If you donít realize this already,
I should tell you: I miss you.
I miss you very much.
Also, I know you know,
Mom, was both happy and sad
when we finally found your new home.
We searched in the hot sun for hours.
And even though she visits you
as often as she can, it gets
confusing for her now.
I am sorry itís taken ten years
for me to come by your site again.
You are nearly 10,000 kilometers
away. Iíve never forgotten
how last I saw you
full of life and vitality.
And I keep expecting you
to reconstitute yourself.
But you canít. I know.
Okay, so, I havenít any serious excuses.
Other than, Iíve been duped and deluded
into paralysis of fear and disbelief, for not
really making the effort to drop a rock
on your stone or light a candle
and say my love and peace.
At the same time, your son,
you know . . . my oldest brother,
has always painted a grim picture
of the people who caused you
to sacrifice your life.
It made me angry. Made me refuse
to spend a dime in the place
and with the people
who took not just YOUR life,
but the lives of your friends
sixty years ago.
Yes, I know. We arenít to
speak of those lives;
hung, like their photoís,
They were your men.
They were freedomís men.
They gave up their future
and their immortality
for a promised land.
So, I understand your guilt.
Your reasons why, for giving back.
For taking one last risk
to make that place that wasnít
supposed to exist,
be a little more beautiful.
Be a little more real.
I understand you wanting to express
yourself, and show the world a diamond
chiseled according to way of Amnon.
But once you passed,
those you left to carry forth
your vision, insulted your intent,
by being weak and most of all
that vulgar creed . . . GREEDY!
I can hear you saying:
Enough already. In your vernacular.
Okay. So . . . from what you've taught me:
Nothing is beautiful
without true passion.
Happy New Year, Pop.
Itís been ten years
since last I spoke in your sanctuary.
And eleven, when you begged
not to let you die in a hospital.
To take you home.
Because you wanted to be THERE
for Rosh Hashanah.
© 2009 Sara Coslett
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|Reviewed by Vesper Darby
|a truly heart-wrenching lovely piece of work...now to explore more of your wrtings...nice to have discovered your talents...pmedlin|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|I ache as I read this healing, pasionate work of art.
Nothing is beautiful
without true passion....
This is beautiful, Sara.
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Wow! Absolutely beautiful heartfelt write...cleansing for the soul.
|Reviewed by David Hightower
|Sara - Understated but more powerful for that, profound and touching.
The simplicity of the last line expresses so much more than the literal definition of failure ... sorrow, regret, longing and acceptance of an experience that could not be changed. - David
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Power, passion, great truth and honesty in this cleansing of the spirit and this reconciliation. The style is wonderful: fluent and intimate, that almost matter-of-fact way that brings the feelings home to the reader and makes them genuine and lasting.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Wow! this is so emotioanlly, beautifully, powerful-i want to know more!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|deeply rooted emotion seeking forgiveness for past actions that have been reconciled in heaven ...|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Tears running down my face at the POWER in your lines of healing, of forgiveness - undone, Sara, totally undone. Beautifully, lovingly, achingly penned - it took a lot of courage to expose your broken heart - well done.
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by F William Broome
A Happy New Year to you, Sara! From your words of love and passion, you have not failed your father, or yourself. Your poem had a great effect on me and I will sort it all out in coming days. From this write you will gain more understanding and strength, showing you that events beyond your influence are to be left in the hands of a forgiving power. I believe it is that simple. Love to you and your family. - Bill
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Your father would be forgiving and have such pride in the woman you are and the words you write...make no mistake about that,
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Beautifully heart-touching... sometimes putting our innermost thoughts down on paper helps the heart to heal.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|Sara, this is a very touching and beautiful piece of work.|