Archive for May, 2026

This war is ancient

May 17, 2026

This war is ancient,

It is old,

as old as the Kings in the Book of Samuel,

who attacked one another in chariots,

King of Syria, King of Israel,

back and forth, back and forth,

who, depending on the favors of their God

also traded victories and losses.

They consulted with Prophets,

Elijah in the caves,

Elisha after him on Mount Carmel,

They called on God, Creator of all,

to punish those who worship Ba’al

and built mansions to their many wives,

One by one, their Kingdoms fall,

or they die some horrible death,

their descendants cursed with failure

for their father’s woeful greed,

while another king rises in their place,

ready to become King.

This war, over these SAME lands

started in ancient times.

The difference is,

we don’t ride in chariots,

We no longer fight with swords,

We now shoot missiles through the air

to targets marked by high-tech tools.

The truth is, today,

wars are global,

and we HAVE the power to destroy.ourselves.entirely.

What power can stop this ancient war?

replace it with a plan for peace?

Only one that sees us as ONE people,

the whole earth as our home,

that we ARE, ONE people,

the whole earth as our home,

so we must bridge all ancient boundaries,

stop fighting for possession of our tomb.

cfblack, 10-5-24

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Happy Hollow Park

May 1, 2026

(I wrote this poem Aug.5, 2013, just found it. Posting it here to save it.)

As a child, I climbed the rocks of this place,

followed the stream-bed as far as it would go,

explored the crevices,

looked for stones

to put in my pocket,

to remember,

The adults called our names in vain,

to return to the picnic spot

but we were gone and out of reach

– exploring.

We climbed the hills to where they led

to a schoolyard high above the park,

We found an old abandoned car,

and looked for bones, and bodies,

We found no such thing

but felt we were in 

a forbidden spot

or passageway,

Eventually, hunger called us back

to the arms of our mothers, and grandmothers,

where great aunts in their long, dark dresses

spread their food, and filled our bellies,

They spoke in Dutch of the old country,

offered to each another, tea

and stories of life in America,

Their eyes followed us, lovingly,

as this day became a memory

and they saw in us a passageway

to a brighter future.

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