Healing Balm

You are the light, that resides bright,
in my heart, I keep you in sight;
waiting each day, for your great might
to heal earth’s blight, to heal earth’s blight.

My own afflictions, are in need
of healing balm from Gilead;
shine your light on Zion, my G’d,
we will concede, we will concede.

Seeing that You, beyond the sky,
hear our prayers, upon our cry;
we beckon You, with heavy sigh,
quickly comply, quickly comply.

Soon to relieve, our sad duress,
grant us access, when we confess;
speak words of health, may we be blessed,
good bye to stress, good bye to stress.

These seeds in earth, are sown to grow,
sprout with care, even in shadow;
wounded when torn, return to glow.
let healing flow, let healing flow.

Fountain

“For with Thee is the fountain of life.”

– Psalm 36:10, JPS 1917 Tanach

An ever-flowing,

effervescent stream,

silently, empties itself

into every clay vessel,

filling us with all

that we may drink in,

from the Source of life.

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Only our refusal to receive

from the eternal faucet of Spirit,

will limit Your chesed

in our lives.

Called

Called, in one moment of divine inspiration,

by the One who reaches down from seventh heaven,

with His right hand, to guide the contrite of heart

to safe shores, where rest may be found

from the tumults of life that endanger the soul,

bringing light to those bound in the darkness

of the world, unable to find their way.

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I was constrained by cords of mental bonds,

trapped by the Deceiver, and secured in the lair

of the Adversary, until G-d freed me from my shackles,

appearing as my redeemer within the lion’s den,

where I would have been torn, rendered into pieces,

had He not shown me a way out of the arena,

and brought me to safety, after crossing the sea.

Silence of the Pearl

Focused on my own comfort,

like an oyster, easily irritated

by a grain of sand in its home,

I seek to minimize the pain.

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The many coatings of calcium carbonate,

secreted as a self-defense mechanism,

create a shiny lustrous pearl, treasured

by the human aesthetic appreciation.

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Shall this not serve as a lesson,

for myself, and others as well,

who can transform sorrow into joy,

suffering into divine silence?

Plea of the Pearl

There is something greater, than can be imagined, on the other side of the Veil. Something beyond compare to anything that can be found in this world. Yet, you continue to dive for pearls, as if treasures can only be manifest by searching the seas.

Our tears of compassion will be dried by the angels. Yet, you are heartless, and say, “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife” (1).

Those who weep for the poor, downtrodden, and voiceless, will be comforted when the Kingdom appears at dawn. Yet, your myopic focus on self, will not be rewarded on the Day Judgment.

Cast away your ambition, for the sake of Heaven, and search for the lost souls, whose renewal will bring you joy. For, “to save a life, is as if an entire world will be saved” (2).

(1). Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

(2). Jerusalem Talmud, Sanhedrin 4:1

Our Hope

In the face of challenge, you are our hope;
in the midst of chaos, you are our refuge.

When the walls are pressing inwards,
you are there to expand our horizons.

When all seems to be lacking inspiration,
you are there to light the way for us.

In doubt, I will continue to trust you;
in fear, I will not turn away from the path.

When others offer no consolation,
I will seek out your compassion.

When others have no kind words,
I will avail myself of your kindness.

When those who promised, break their promises,
I will trust in the inheritance that you have given us.

When the world looms large in shadows,
I will wait until you bring the dawn.

When darkness threatens to engulf this country,
I will feel reassured by your prophetic word.

Still Waiting

"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy."

– Psalm 126:5

Weighed down by my cares,
troubled by the ways of the world;
the only recourse is to shape
myself from within this swirl
of emotions both dark and light,
by resting my gaze upon the Creator.

To be a light unto others,
as much as humanly possible
even while my own flame
is flickering in the wind,
with hardly enough glow
to light the path home.

To be lifted up upon eagles wings,
to have my soul refueled from Above,
to cross the narrow bridge of life,
in fear and trepidation of every step
along the way to freedom.

Is this the way that I imagined?
Is this the life that I expected?
Once becoming a new person,
upon committing my life to G-d?
Yet, I do not speak of joy in this life;
for, surely, I can wait for Olam Haba.

Mercy Abides

Mercy abides in the heart, despite all sorrow;

where G-d has planted eternity as well,

so that we know what will be, beyond this world,

no longer needing to live in fear of the inevitable.

For, the remedy has already been applied,

like a bandage upon this wounded world,

whereas mourning will turn into joy at dawn,

and the darkness of night will succumb to the light

of mercy that will shine in our hearts,

radiating outwards, from one end of the earth to another.

From one generation to the next,

the best of intentions fail to succeed,

because without G-d in the equation,

nothing will add up properly,

nor total out correctly, like having the perfect

amount of change for bread and wine,

on Friday, late afternoon, before sunset.

Towards the end of the sixth day,

when the heavens and earth were finished,

currently, nearing the edge of eternity,

as the millennial Sabbath approaches,

and preparations are already being made

for the Banquet of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

catered by angelic beings, serving wine

from the vineyards of Gan Eden.

Life Is

Photo by Muneer ahmed ok on Unsplash

Life is actual,

happening in the moment,

real to all who are present,

not to be concretized.

Experienced in different ways,

open to interpretation,

in the eye of the beholder,

precious to the Creator,

treasured by the soul.

Not to be repeated,

uniquely personal,

open to possibilities,

encapsulating change.

Like a kaleidoscope,

ever turning around,

being reshaped from Above;

every life a masterpiece,

in the eyes of G-d.

Depth of Spirit

My heart pitters and patters,

while the glitter of the world subsides;

my desires shift to the transcendent,

as past and present collide.

The fireworks of yesteryear,

only a gleam in my mind’s eye;

the essential truths of my life sear

my conscience, and memory.

Called, to transcend the mundane,

wayward paths of my youth;

to let go of all done in vain,

while forging ahead in truth.

A smile brings comfort,

to every soul that yearns,

for the depth of spirit,

that like a flame will burn.