“Music informs much in these compositions,” writes Joseph L. Fleischman of New Haven in the forward to The Village of S’fat, a collection of poetry that he began writing in 1978, “as music and sound, with their components of melody, harmony, rhythm, and tone have the power to captivate the essence of beauty and to capture movement and urgency in a direct and immediate way. The book is available for purchase at amazon.com.
The Flight of the Soul
A bird with a broken wing won’t fly
Can’t soar or dip or take off as he’d like
To escape a situation
That could be troubling and cause bird consternation.
Can’t perch on a birch, he hops along skipping and hopping
Humbly accepting his poor plight,
Bird without flight.
What if flight to the sparrow or wren
If not three quarters or more of his happy being
To be here at once then
There on some fence
Or on top of a tree.
Oh, how free and what skill
And the pure exercise of will.
So a man in his kind
Or a man’s soul or how some imagine it to be.
Though total loss can’t occur to this base of the mind
He can hobgle himself, so he reckons
To the point where nothing remains of his soul to inspect
Yet it really does lie patient like
Though the worst in himself might object
Truth be told, as a man grows old
Nohting stops the lfight of the soul
As it circuels its true home,
The Great One indivisible Whole;
Yet things happen to make this flight go awry
Due to the ineluctable connection between who th soul
Is in its relations
And at times what a person tries.
Take time for what it is – a space ontinuum, it has been said
And like any space you can move, turn in it; there is a
Beginning, there is an end,
And the One Who built these walls
Knows of what they are made:
Perfect judgment, pure mercy and borders of boundless grace.
This is certain – you see things differently at fifty than you do at ten,
But whether a small child or a grown up, you are happy for a friend.