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Monday, February 10, 2025

The Thorniest Privilege


Photo by Maria Lupan on Unsplash

 

No one would call it cozy exactly,
living here.

Some days are spiked
and piercing.
Our tears are fire,
Spilling out,
burning the soul.

Oh! But remember!
Moments (so many!) when our joy
is too vigorous to contain,
evoking deep-throated delight
And honeyed tears.

Living in the Land is
the thorniest of privileges.

It just is.


5 comments:

ellen greenfield said...

Love the pairing of "thorny" and "privilege!" creates an evocative image.

Anonymous said...

Thank you! Perfect description

Anonymous said...

Thanks for this. The balance is tilted in the more painful, thornier direction these days.

Anonymous said...

Yes, indeed! Your poem nailed it! Thanks for sharing it.

Anonymous said...

This is just so elegantly simple, and it evokes such a mixture of emotions, Rivkah