and a sceptre shall rise out of Israel....
Sometimes the greatest of gifts remain untouched
remains lying in a vacant cluttered cupboard
crumbs spilling about...
The empty hollow taste,
the touch of a friend's attempt,
a glimpse of but a shadow of the past.
Our lives are filled with crumbs and palate and empty morsels
mostly given from the heart.
The question is what to do with the particles that remain.
Hide them under a bushel ?No!
Talents which lay unspoken can be brought about
just by the faint affirmation of love
Holidays escalate the clatter
the loud din which occurs in whispered corners
and kids frolicking about...
A manic pace rushes in to absolve of guilt
"This little light of mine....I'm going to let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, let it shine..."