Showing posts with label end times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label end times. Show all posts

18 February 2021

#18 – A Black Box

Even a brief examination of Jewish eschatology reveals many mysteries. “Black box” is how software testing theory describes an unknowable, untestable element of a system.

As we examine endings and beginnings
And how those thoughts have shifted over years
When we strip down the details and the trimmings
You’ll see our history’s what shapes our fears

So where the Norse meet Fate in icy darkness
And others know we’ll fry in fearful heat
We also long for when all this will hurt less
And where our present stress will find defeat

For after all-too clearly pictured strife
And all the scattered children gathered home
Those who’ve suffered earn a pleasant life
Where no-one ever has to be alone.

And if this comfort helps you to be strong
But harms nobody, I can see no wrong.

-FR

The image search for “Jewish black box sunset” brought me many interesting images, especially around use of tefillin, or phylacteries, but this one seemed the most fitting, after all, from an Adobe stock image used on this site about Jewish ideas and ideals in a blog article about women donning tefillin.

10 February 2021

#10 - Tagine: A Recipe For End Times

An important part of Islamic eschatology is the Day of Resurrection and the Day of Judgement similar that deipicted in the Book of Revelation. Mid pestilence, I felt to reference Rumi's writing on the subject rather than look to current affairs for inspiration.




On these days without dates, there will always be you,

New layers from teary roots. While in the kitchen;


Ruminating on Rumi, a ruminant stews,

Earthenware roiling hints of incense and saffron,

Sultry sultanas bright with almonds, scents of you,

Underneath it all, his words, “A lover in life

Remains a lover in death a lover in the tomb

Resurrection day and a lover in paradise.”

“Echoes of scripture.” You say, on a cayenne smoulder,

Capturing the truth of us in sugars and spice,

Tomorrow, further infused with loving whispers,

It returns to being the pot boiling device,

Over the top, like Dulce et decorum est,

Noting: “the heart that is not in love will fail the test."



RD

 
Desert Sunset - North Africa