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
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