Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming, 1920
Yes, he wrote Bethlehem. His references, of course, were Christological. Mine are otherwise.
ISHI just mentioned how the chairs we have in our little apartment are not the most comfortable. They make you slouch. And thus the reference. But it feels a bit too big, that today’s reality is not very different than 1920. Except more so. I just finished one article about Iran’s new designs with China for three new nuclear plants, followed with a chaser about Hezbollah’s exciting new weapons capabilities. Let’s throw into the mix the talk around here about the imminent coming of the Messiah, first coming, that is.
Can one experience deja vu about something that hasn’t happened yet?
Tisha B’Av, the commemoration of the destruction of the Holy Temple, falls this year on Shabbat. This means that there is no mourning, no fasting, no sitting on the ground with dimmed lights, no recitation of Lamentations. At least not on Shabbat. It’s all delayed until the next day. The only way we would get out of this mourning is if the Messiah would come.
If I were really frum, pure and pious, I would have written “when”.
Oh, I long for my garden here in Israel, where I can continue to work when I hear of his arrival…