poetry: Promise

“Let us reason together.” – Isaiah 1:18 After the rain, the sun will shine. At nightime, the stars radiate; at dawn, the rooster crows. We are awakened to the sound of our own heart beating: the soul redeemed, the breath of life rhythmically flowing throughout our whole being. Yet, we can not always see beyondContinue reading “poetry: Promise”

poetry: Solace

Within the confines, of my place of shelter,even here, I seek refuge – in higher ground. I look to the mountains envisioned,in my heart, where G-d resides. I climb the daily trek, upwards,in flight like a wretch at times. Yet, always returning to the center,wherein He may be found. The soul is nourished, I amContinue reading “poetry: Solace”

Self Compassion

A tear, falls down the side of my face, As I am listening, reflecting, seeking truth, Sparked by a moment in time, wherein My past meets the present, and Chesed and emes are introduced To each other for the first time. A moment to be treasured as a keepsake. My awareness will remain undaunted, NurturingContinue reading “Self Compassion”


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 microcosmicContinue reading “woundedness”


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 availsmy soul on the derech (path) towards freedom.Stuck in the mire, reaching out to Shomayim (Heaven).alone in my reverie, except forContinue reading “Emptiness”