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Could it be this has been nothing but fantasy

  I recall what has never occurred till today?

  Could the bright colors I painted so elaborately

  On a pink canvas be reduced to a gray?

  Is this really the path I envisioned?

  Then why is the night here so black?

  Was the poem I nearly abandoned

  A prayer for a light, for a new track?

  Each journey is dictated by some power

  And if you stray, fate corrects you, in full motion

  Why, then, did I pluck, pluck that flower

  Which is beautiful, yet dripping with poison?

  Has our life reached its end already

  Has our dream collapsed, all carved up?

  Our home raided, it's broken, unsteady

  The sounds of yearning silenced, hushed up?

 

  Blessed

  Zeev Kachel, 1988

  I'm blessed for the pleasure, blessed for the agony

  Blessed for the fear, the pain of it all

  In which I was steeped, in this reality

  I was granted the chance to endure or to fall

  I'm blessed for the hardship, and blessed for the hurt

  Blessed for the crevices, obstacles and all

  In the heart of the storm, my journey I chart

  To leap over the inferno, and turn back to recall

  I'm blessed to have lived, in honor and courage

  Blessed I could take a deep plunge, then soar

  Blessed for the vinegar, and blessed for the honey

  Blessed to be counted with the few at the fore

  That somehow did reach their big destiny.

 

  In a Dark Night with not a Friend

  Zeev Kachel, 2001

  In a dark night with not a friend

  I walked all alone in the world

  A splitting burst of thunder I heard

  And sea breakers that hammered and curled.

  A thunder rolled over the skies

  Wind gusts battered me with a cry

  Terror blinded my eyes

  I couldn’t tell an enemy from an ally.

  In a night with not a friend, all bleary

  I could see no shelter around

  I walked on, broken and weary

  Searching for hope to be found

 

  I Am

  Zeev Kachel