The Resurrection of the Dead


moses maimonides

The unbidden tears
Whispering in the heart
Human life conducted in the dark
The hidden fears
The inconsolable grief
Many fear-filled years
Craving for permanence
For the enduring stillness
Of the Sea of Galilee.
But walk instead with me
To the tomb of Maimonides:
Why do the wicked prosper?
Why do the righteous die?
Answer came there none
Except in the Song of Solomon
The season of singing has begun.
Gehinnom, the citadel of souls,
Shines behind the sun,
We do not know of the world to come,
Maimonides’ Guide for the Perplexed
Taught us not to ask for whom the bell tolls
For it is we who are waiting  next in line.

◄ The Unwritten

All that love can do ►


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