The Longest 24 Hours


It will be the longest 24 hours
A strong breeze, in a field, without flowers
The sky is transparent, clouds surrounded by towers
I imagine the scent is of honey and milky showers
But, where I stay still remains sour
Controlled and contaminated by fallen powers
And when we lay, we curl, we cower
But I meditate to escape where sin has devoured
It is pleasant in the presence of a higher power
And painful to realize that the this world is really not ours
The yahrzeith will burn for the next 24 hours
As I recite the Mourner's Kaddish and throw dirt instead of flowers.

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