Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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The sheer relief
The sheer relief
of making peace,
of feeling saved
at just the thought
of lying down
inside that space,
low in the ground
without the cold,
without the wet,
no darkness
and no need
to sweat,
no fear of just
another day,
another trembling of the flesh,
the promise
of the clay
so fresh.
How easy
How easy to deceive oneself
about the wishes of one's heart
no need for anyone about
to give a sermon from the mount
or tomes of wisdom off the shelf
or envying others' lucky start.
You'd think experience sets apart
the knowledge of desire, true,
instead, the deep stir of one's smarts
can turn into a lie to rue.
The valley
The valley of the unshed tears
is the largest valley of all,
across from the other valley.
It has no drying sun
or shining streams
no lingering trails
no pillar of salt,
its sound thin silence.
It's not far from
the valley of the shadow of death,
you can't miss it.