poem: Upgrade

I am waiting for an upgrade on my soul;
I am unable to improve of my own accord.

I lack the perspective of my forefathers,
who diligently climbed the ladder of Jacob.

Yet, here, I falter every day, as if
I can never get past the first rung.

Imagine what it would be like,
falling straight down the ladder,

five broken rungs at a time,
returning to where you started.

And, who will lift me up when I fall,
on the wings of the angels who climb,

night and day, up, and back down the ladder –
in order to strengthen faltering souls.

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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