While passing through the aisles of time,
One might hear the cries of death. …

Slumbers not
the resting soul ….
While reposing
in life’s keeping…

Subtly, so subtly, the workings of Time
Must alter the shape of the outer shell
Of a body once vibrant and molded so well! ….

Life has its own seasons, beginning with its spring, ending with its winter.

We age in due course, and if can make it through the years, like an oak tree, rising high and spreading, its branches gnarled and twisted, we may yet remain useful, not only to others, but also ourselves.

In spite of all the tyrants in this century, as well as centuries past, Love must continue to triumph over malice and hatred. They that managed to destroy the lives of the meek and humble have finally receded into the dark caverns of history. While evil exercises its will on those it suppresses, its fitful existence cannot supercede the benign qualities of Love that never dies.

The genocidal tragedy of Jews during World War II is an event that is historically unprecedented.

I tested myself and I conquered…