I mean, beautiful within and without--
And noble souls--
How I would wish to meet them hereabout--
Said to be—I say—courageous and sweet,
Said to be pure as olive oil,
I hesitate to say—where is my hope?
Are they all mythic & beneath the soil?
We must strive to increase
Among all humankind,
Even more, among Jews,
Cultivating the clarified mind--
Is there such a thing,
Any such thing remaining?
I would rather visit gravesites
With the wet wind raining--
Push away your thoughts
That disturb this twin intent--
It is the goal of life--
A soul’s embodiment--
Through means of deed & mind--
Through spiritual flair--
Though I’ve been disappointed
On this thoroughfare--