Thursday, April 17, 2014

"Plagues Here, Plagues There, 2011",

"Plagues Here, Plagues There, 2011", 
by Evelyn Hayes,
author of the Plague Series because hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.

It is just ten years since terror went to the 101st floor and knocked the Twin Towers down like a deck of cards
and the hearts of the world are softened again for more and more and more.
Why such liberalism?

Blood is plague one for Jews , Coptics, Africans, Buddhists, Hindus,  even Arabs as the armada is spread by Haman'jihad of Iran, the one in this generation who would destroy His world, your world, their worlds because of our softness,
 loftiness that some have purple blood and only red gets dead. .

Frogs are plague two, as firemen and service men and bankers and bakers and media men leap to the demands of those demanding Our World disordered.

Vermin is plague three and the flotillas are just barging along delivering weapons of mass destruction
by air, land, sea and tunnels, flying, marching, sailing and crawling ,
drugged to the tune of a tsunami of oil gougers in league with the lawless
Beep your horn louder. Staying still costs.

Pestilence is plague four and there's not just germ warfare; it's nuclear threats and thrashes and earth shakes  
and some skins do not even cringe  even as Durban is re-happening.
Yes, that same Durban dashed in the ashes of 9/11.

Boils are the bursts from embroilment and deaths so soon forgotten
causing more deaths in a slow war spreading fast with revolutions in Egypt and Libya and, and, and...

Hail are the missiles growing in sizes and capacities, long range, short range, surface to air, ground to grind - 
that are raining by the hundreds upon hundreds  on Sderot and Ashkelon, Ashdod, even Beersheva and threatening Tel Aviv that even crashed a Seder in Yad Mordechai and Netanya, too- remember?

Locusts are feeding off the news that victims are victimizing as the United Nations calls Ima Rachel's Tomb a mosque.
With a name change here: for The People of the Book, Mount Zion, Hebron, Joseph's Tomb, David's Tomb, 
 Synagogues, churches, any dhimmi place to be chewed up and dumped,  turnspeaked to give a voice to evil and upheaval.

The disease is a Big Hate with a Big Lie and a Great Darkness When far sight isn't foresight
like remembering the Holocaust and not connecting the dots:
Haj al Husseini...Hitler...Haman’jihad... Havez...hell....
Gassed babies slid down the shoots to be buried by their mothers, Babies decapitated, Fetuses shot... 
Remember the Egyptians who emured Jewish babies in the cement of the pyramids,
the Mohammedans who chopped to pieces poetess Asma bas Marwan of Medina nursing her baby?

When blindness is a disconnection of vision and decisions
as the first civilized nation of Israel lets Hashem be taken out of Avraham
and lets Ibraim rant, rave and enslave all the peoples for  petro-cost and immobility, toil and terror

As they attack the firstborn, Israel, the good ideologies,
As the blossoms are reborn in Spring, Revival is a sign of survival
So it's time to shout for the acceptable, the gifts of Hashem  and split the ravages of travesties,
choose the rod of the Creator
and whack off the head of the snake that beheads babies and misleaders and fools
and follow the path of our Forefathers and treasure what they found. 

The routes of the past are the roots of the future.

It's time to say yes to Jerusalem, Hebron, Beis Lechem, Itamar, Shiloh, Gamla, Susiya.
It's time to say yes, and choose the ways of G-d here,  there, everywhere
His lease is a lasso for unity and multiplication of justification for The Just. 
His lease is a testimony for triumph, life and liberty with Truth and Torah  
His lease is His will, an eternal birthright of those with mezuzahs on their doorposts.
This year for Hashem. Jerusalem, Israel...

Tehillim Therapy #46 "Hashem is our Coach and our Koach” (c)February 23, 2011

Tehillim Therapy  #46 
"Hashem is our Coach and our Koach”
by Evelyn Hayes
                                                                 (c)February 23, 2011
 We live in a time of trouble, upheaval in our lives and our world
Mountains are weeping tears of hot lava and trees are uprooted and sucked into the sea.
The earth is scorched by lack of rain and forests are burned
Land is washed away in tsunamis and hurricanes,
Cities  fall into cracks as the earth quakes, shaken and broken, burying that which it bore,
Rivers rise and cover the ground as high as rooftops
washing away all as they break higher than waves
and many do not escape
the reminders of the times of Noah, mis-guidings and evil doings
 
We live in a world of trouble, revolutions rage outlandishly in the streets against the outrageous
Evil empires are collapsing even with evil in the chants .
Dictators are banished by the masses they harassed.
Government buildings are burned and chopped just as they chiseled at the Tomb of Joseph.
Hate the Jews, the scapegoat, is the mantra; but the hate is from deprivation
and the jealousy of the Jews
who express kindness and love,
the midos of Avraham and Rachel.
 
G-d is in the middle of the lashings and bashings,
the ravages of nature and mankind,
the savagery of misfits, the me-its, the made-offs.
The glory is of the Most High
as the world is swooning in the whirlwinds of doom.
 He acted to create The Beginning
and now unleashes a  painful Re-Awakening
 
G-d is Our Maker
the Maker of disasters and desolation
the Maker of war and peace
He is the Power to shield the earth and mankind
As we remember the givers -
Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov
Sarah, Rivka, Leah and Rachel,
Yosef and Moshe Rabbeinu
As we see the punishments of the fakers, takers, hackers, pirates,
Conquistadors, Crusaders, Inquisitors, Nazis, Jihadists
a new day is dawning out of the turmoil on the ground and the human poundings and pounded
 
Lashings and Bashing are everywhere like cycles of devil-potions , dissolutions;
and then there is silence, re-growth, solution:
appreciation that hate is not the answer,
never was in tune with civilization, the Loving Kind.
Can you hear the exulted music of the Alamos?
He has turned war into peace, swords into plowshares, bombs into blossoms
and there is rejoicing like Purim and nurturing like in the BaMidbar
and He is exalted among all nations.
Selah.

PARALLEL PARASHA ACHAREI: GETTING THE CHOMETZ OUT BY SEEKING FORGIVENESS AND RIGHTING WRONGS

PARALLEL PARASHA ACHAREI
    GETTING THE CHOMETZ OUT BY SEEKING FORGIVENESS AND RIGHTING WRONGS
                                                            By Evelyn Hayes April 14, 2014
 What does Pesach have to do with Yom Kippur?
What does the holiday of freedom have to do with the Day of Atonement?
Confession, Repentance, Atonement
There was contamination in Mitzrayim;
False gods sent man off the derech;
Involved in the forbidden, doing misdeeds in hiding,
Then out of the Holy land one is sliding
Purity in the name but impurity in the situation
Purity of the land but deviation.
Misinterpreting Hachlachah for personal deceit 
A Breaching from His teachings, and His ways is misguiding.
Misled and misleading brings slavery, calamity, tragedy
Slavery is still in place when there is insecurity in reactions
Following mis-rulers, the majority,
Inappropriate authority
Lack of self control is without reason
Hands tied, feet chained, manners nullified
Heart sad, mind blinded, midos annulled.
Atonement requires cleansing, mending, emancipation, rectification, actualization of good.  
Self-Instillment is an installment for correction,
with the laws of Hashem, the commandments, the decrees.
What does Pesach have to do with Yom Kippur?
Why is there freedom when there is exodus?
When the sins are confessed, tossed at all cost
Mezora,  Teshuva, Replacement  of slavery with Service for Hashem.
When goodness is the personification, no longer is one lost.
Service to Hashem reserves guela for His nation, a light for all.


Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why

Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why 
                              By Evelyn Hayes Pesach, 5774,  2014–04–16
Dear Gd, Why have You forsaken me?
Dear Gd, why aren’t You saving us?
Don’t You see my plight in the day and night?
Don’t You see their wrongs, the shame?
The Jew they blame.

Dear Gd, Why is this time different?
Dear Gd, Why are You indifferent?
All seeing, Israel trusted and You delivered them.
All knowing, I trust that You know and will stop prime evil
The Jew You bore.

Dear Gd, Save me from Yismael and Esau, Don’t let me decay
Dear Gd, Why do You hide Your face,
I am so pained,  A victim of their sword,
The lion, the dog, the horns of the reimim, the wild horde,
I am the Jew who hopes.

Dear Gd, It’s You I praise
Dear Gd, I will mend my ways
Don’t You want the Jew to be forever?
Don’t You see that he is never and will I be next?
There’ll be one Jew less.

Dear Gd, A Pesach sacrifice,
Dear Gd, Your people are despised.
Arise,  give us back our love, our land, Eretz Hakodesh
Arise,  give us Your blessings and protection
The Jew pledges righteousness.

Dear Gd, A Pesach exodus.
Dear Gd, Let our people renew their dreams
Dear Gd, Let Your people be redeemed
Let there be veneration for You and pride in us.
The Jew will seed another generation.

Dear Gd, there’s so much in our past
Dear Gd, the trials and tributes
Reflection, Introspection, determination
Not termination
The Jew will be Israel again.

By Yaakovs, Yosefs, Davids, Shlomos, Moshe Rabbeinu
By Torah affirmation, tehillim, truth
With Your aid, we will know victory
With Your strengthening, we will know victory
The Jew who follows You will lead the world. 

Friday, April 4, 2014

METZORAH, PURIFICATION, SPRING CLEANING, PESACH By Evelyn Hayes, April 3, 2014

METZORAH,  PURIFICATION,  SPRING CLEANING,  PESACH
                                                                           By Evelyn Hayes,
                                                                           April 3, 2014
There is rebirth in the air,
Messy afterbirths are everywhere.
Every time we sweep more dried blossoms fall,
more shrivelilngs of the birthshell sprinkle the Jerusalem floors

How much debris from rebirth?
How much waste to purify the earth?
A metzora is outside the gate
Cleaning up his fate without talking it to sway..

Alone with his introspection
Reflection on rejections
The deficiency is isolated, not pardoned with affirmations of disinformations
To be reinstated from the core not the infiltrations of saying for delaying. .

Return is back into the borders
Taking orders of all the Cohanim for just himself
A punishment for selfishness, stinginess and excuses
By gossiping on the ruses.

Return with sin offerings, guilt offerings,
Swinging birds and turtle doves, lambs for lament;
Immersions into mikveh
Scrubbbing out the chometz, the mold, the should not be told.

A service before Hashem not them
Who pose as friends so he could be an over-seen
An offering for a healing away from the mingling, mangled ,
the wheeling and dealing under cloak of  screen.

There is rectification for the metsora, the house, the walls, the halls, all
There is a spring to cleaning, shaving hair and waving…
Purifying middle part of ear, thumb of right hand, toe of right foot.
The simanim, the secret of seven and Marchesvan 11.

Is the cleaning sufficient to fix his ways
The exile for seven days
And the dancing with Gd on the eighth
What does the crimson string have to do with it?

There is an exodus this time of year
Washing, wiping, stripping
All the chometz over soaked and dripping
There is more daylight in spring, Without darkness they don’t dare.

 There is freedom this time of year, primavera
Having isolated the germ-in-us
 Terminated chummery and calumny
Reviving the hibernated, the pure core.

So bright are the days of exodus
When the introspect is free of me-ists and their lusts
When the introspect is sanctified against malignancy
When the world knows His regency. Him, not them 


Thursday, February 27, 2014

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.
I pretended I did not hear.
I pretended I did not know.
 I pretended I wasn’t there.
I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-
So smug and cruel
Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.
I pretended there was some glad.
I pretended they were right.
I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed.
Shame, I wasn’t a fool:
There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.
I pretended I was not irresponsible.
I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander
And I saw the sadness from their madness
And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.
And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,
 from such cruelty without restraint.
And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.
It was too late.
Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,
a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered
And there would have been another fate
A better act than hate.
But I had failed to react
And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.
I could have been a righteous friend
And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 
I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 
riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done
Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…
I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.
I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware
And I cared but did nothing
And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.
I failed the test of reaction, action.
I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.
I did not fight for right.
I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.
I failed the test.

Will I be next? 



Monday, February 24, 2014

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014
I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.
I pretended I did not hear.
I pretended I did not know.
 I pretended I wasn’t there.
I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-
So smug and cruel
Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.
I pretended there was some glad.
I pretended they were right.
I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed, boycotted, spurned.
Shame, I wasn’t a fool:
There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.
I pretended I was not irresponsible.
I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander
And I saw the sadness from their madness
And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.
And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,
 from such cruelty without restraint.
And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.
It was too late.
Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,
a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered
And there would have been another fate
A better act than hate.
But I had failed to react
And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.
I could have been a righteous friend
And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 
I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 
riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done
Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…
I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.
I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware
And I cared but did nothing
And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.
I failed the test of reaction, action.
I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.
I did not fight for right.
I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.
I failed the test.

Will I be next?