Faith upon Goodbye


We stand two feet apart in the terminal at Ben Gurion, his yarmulke off center, looking as if any gust of wind from the Mediterranean would turn its course on his head. “My time to go son, I hate goodbyes”. He stands there, lanky, the breadth and measurement of Moshiach, the eyes of redemption, his brown eyes entertaining lessons from some distant land. “I don’t know Dad, Goodbyes hold the sound of love, hello’s the timidity of happiness”. “I’ll take the goodbyes”.

“It’s a little bolt of lightning spat across the sky, while my daddy holds me, it sounds just like goodbye. Split the air that’s sat there, then it said goodbye, mixed a lot of color, what a joy filled ride. You have always told me, truth is when you leave, G-D it sounds like rapture, my heart cannot beat. When I feel those tears start, rational and true, sound of salt that’s dripping, that is love not new. In your thoughts my daddy you have sounded out my years, made my current value, fought off all my fears. G-D has held me nearer, close that I don’t see, all the points of danger that bring harm to me. What comes from my senses is all that I hear, and it sounds like psalms sung, love within my ears”.

Son I held you breathing, curls against my chest, and the sound of life song, gave my soul some rest. When I laid you backwards and I said goodnight, your breathing got much louder, your love within goodbye. There are open pockets, within the air I fly, each time the plane goes downward, I’ll know exactly why. When it comes to living, reminders of just why, G-D will say he loves me, a reminder for when I die. Just a little further son, I say goodbye, my love is more than memory, its faith upon goodbye!

The yarmulke, looks centered now, weaving through the crowd. Goodbye tearing its way into the roots of my soul. I don’t know if I can ever remember a hello! – 12.22.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל


BROWN


So it is I want to tell you from the deepest part of me, what I know about my birthday, and the love around me. What you wonder is a strange boy, and you judge inclusively, from your books filled full of knowledge and your lessons that you read. This untruth will not prepare you for what I give in luminosity, just a story from a young boy brown endeavored, born to destiny. Sweetness lullaby my daddy, sweetness sings his songs to me, and at three we talk of angels, and its angels that I see, though I know there’s education with all of its degrees, it cannot not love me like my Adonai, he sighs, he breathes in me.

So let’s talk about my brown eyes and those pupils that you see, what is there upon the surface is not what I really see. There are patterns of behavior that surround like blowing leaves, some are blessings, in depth memories, of the way it used to be. There are those that guess at what I am, to predict sociability, do you not know I have seen you in your fallibility. I am born like many others, in special mentality, it’s my birthday, time to play, and open all the world to me. Have you looked into my brown eyes have you seen anything, do you know my soul goes outward like a vacuum and it sings. What then, you think that’s magic, born upon a simple lad, that’s just brown eyes of G-Ds kingdom luring love from hate gone bad.

In the deep dark lines of color that irradiate my sleep, I am brown seeing others, and it brings me sweet relief. There are ashen thoughts of knowledge that reflect intuitively, from strange places in my hemispheres that equate so logically. For in G-D there is equation, on my birthday I have seen, from one brown eye to another, his grace given spatially. So it is I tell you something from the farthest part of me, what is brown in all its color, is the love bequeathed in me.

For my son Ryan on his birthday, he is life seen brown. – 09.03.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל