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CH., and friends
Some stars are our bread and salt,
Salt and bread
melach, lechem,
from right to left.
You, at sunrise, left early
quill to parchment
left to right, and at crepuscule, too.
After dusk passed,
on starry nights, you feared most
losing so many of your words
I had never learned.
As Borges never said:
having had them was still a feat.
On Friday sunsets,
the challah into the salt thrice,
instead of uttering God’s Divine Name, never lost.
Lesson: all our sustenance in our life,
comes from Him,
so if he takes our memories,
they were His in the first place
never lost, just misplaced
as our memory is
like salt, which never decays
nor does Our Covenant with Him.
If you are adept, all dreams are worth saving,
Joesph says,
when our island falls into the sea,
standing up to power with an edge in your voice
a carapace from the stars
and their desire,
protected from the eyes of a penultimate date
feared but never forgotten.
Like shared bread and salt between us.
From dawn to the stars,
you are always welcome.
©Philippe du Col, 2025
Nota Bene:
This is the final post before President's Day of Annual Memberships closes. It is a tribute to two Presidents who led ​all of us from the front​ without gossip or discrimination.