once upon a time … i was a
promise as
still
as a pomegranate seed in
Sara … bearing no
leaves…not yet
pomegranate wine…
one of many sands washed
to other lands.. i am
yellow stars and
smoke…
and furnaces and
…soap …
hidden
places and
… hope..
found places… and
Israel
once again …
Israel in foreign
lands…nonetheless a blue
veined Star of David
pomegranate seed waving
“next year in Jerusalem,” saying
seed
of the diaspora…. Proud
to have a place to go…
home…
some promises are
forever
Israel
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Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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