As above so below. As in Heaven, so on Earth.
He calls us to serve Him; we call upon Him to save us.
We reach out to Him, with all of our own effort;
He returns our plea with all encompassing grace.
We fall, stumble, slip and slide on the path;
He lifts us up, outstretching His arm to do so.
As we ascend to greater heights than could be done alone.
We attempt to go about our business as usual;
He shows us what is more important.
We fail to achieve that which we desire;
He reveals a higher, more rewarding goal to us.
We head in one direction; He shows us another route.
The way is circuitous, never ending from our perspective;
He shows us how to be present in the moment.
between the ineffable and the concrete,
between truth and lies,
between hope and despair,
the center point remains unmoved.
Watch your words,
for words have reverberations.
Watch your back,
for past ways that are errant.
Look forward to the future,
when Moshiach will reign.
Look Above to His throne,
until Heaven on Earth.
When G-d created the world,
no thought was wasted.
Every word was spoken,
in truth and sincerity.
Each word blossomed,
from potential to actuality.
His ratzon (will) was fulfilled,
at the moment of utterance.
a sense of woundedness encompasses my soul.
at times, in solitude, I can feel the distinct presence
of sufferings from the past that still resonate
within the silent echo chamber of my inner sanctum.
The value of these moments, the almost continuous
reverberation of empathy with the suffering of my people
encapsulates in a microcosmic droplet of time,
the gist of my yearning towards G-d, on their behalf,
as well as on behalf of my own tears.
An empty life, except for the miracles,
an empty past, except for the hope.
An empty future, unless I keep my eyes on the prize.
Olam Haba, an expectation for tomorrow.
Promises made, commitment wanes; yet, grace avails
my soul on the derech (path) towards freedom.
Stuck in the mire, reaching out to Shomayim (Heaven).
alone in my reverie, except for the Light from Above.
Carry me forward, into the sea of life,
irrespective of the pursuit of the enemy behind me,
flagging me down, trying to get me to turn back
to the emptiness of fleeting pleasures.
Lift me up, above the graves of my past,
resurrect the hope, the strength, and the resolve
to serve You, regardless of the circumstances.
Redeem our lives, as we cross into chayei olam.