Poetry

The Artist Fantasy
by
Tzporah Breitman Lee
(1918 – 2008)

Alas…I touched Eternal's door,
and the path to fantasy opened….
I stood in awe –
Tears bore the heart that tore,
for beauty such…I’d know no more
Endowed was I ere emotion,
blissfully beyond…approach lit --
Aside sublime passion,
they sat in excellence…. Music
Fresco creators, -
lingered within hues apart; -
Stroking canvas with ardor,
exalting ever……….Art…….
T’was embellished peace,
Yon chanting echoes high;

Enslaved inspired, piece by piece,
Ballerinas, floating by……….
So...this, was the Beyond, --
The power of Glory’s glee;
A mystic mirth I found,
Fantasy……. within, Fantasy….

Reincarnation (Tuesday, 9:15 PM 12/14/65 TBL)

Where did I come from?

What did I do there?

Where did I come from?

Who was I then?

Where did the green grass cover my grave?

 

 

 

 

 

Why am I here now?

What am I doing?

Why am I here now?

What can I do?

Green grass covers me not yet -

Where am I going?

Who will I be there?

Where am I going?

What has my soul grasped?

Where will the green grass cover me then?

Welcome, Man from Space                        ADD MUSIC

Journeyed from worlds away.

We see thy face,

in every place.

Take us in friendship now,

teach us your ways of love.

Thy Brotherhood!

Thy wisdom, true!

Fly to our hearts who wait...

Longingly, day by day...

We wait...

We wait...

We wait...