poem: Delight

A delight to the neshamah (soul),
at the beginning of the Sabbath;
the smell of fresh baked challah,
the flickering flames of candles.

Kiddush with concord grape wine,
at the beginning of my sacred feast,
comforts the soul in its nisyonos;
approaching heaven, to say the least.

Yet, there is really nothing to compare
to the delights of Heaven; when we arrive,
our eyes will be dazzled by H’Shem’s kavod;
truth will reign supreme in our hearts.

The expectation of a good place, 
reserved for the righteous in Olam Haba,
may serve as the focus, when seeking
to transcend the challenges of life.

Lifting our hearts towards Shomayim,
the cares of this life are diminished.
The great banquet awaits the pious:
Leviathan, and wine from Gan Eden.

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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