poetry: Sacred Words

Photo by Bruno van der Kraan on Unsplash

Captured by the silence,
everything intensifies,
including my fears, especially
when I neglect my prayers.

Only sacred words
have the power to sustain me.
When my avodas is diminished,
I become entrenched in the mire.

My thoughts wander,
and silence turns oppressive,
until I reach into the depths
of my soul for a heartfelt prayer.

With the help of the Ruach,
my words will transcend time and space,
reaching out to the heavens,
like sweet smelling incense.

Author: Tzvi Fievel

I have B.A.'s in Psychology, and English; and, a certificate in psychophysical re-education; at current, I am exploring my third area of academic interest - ecology. My spiritual journey, through many transitions, culminated in taking the yoke of Heaven upon myself.

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