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Perseids

The tears of Laurentius, flowing

down to earth, signaling a rebirth

of heaven and earth, upon the turf

of G-d’s ever expanding creation –

from the center of the universe

towards the furthermost edge of space,

the human race rests, in anticipation

of the meteor shower every year.

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As the comet’s tail sheds debris,

visible to the eye, most prominently

towards the middle of the eighth month,

when saints and angels ring their bells,

and heavenly voices tell of all

that has already been foretold,

reminding us to keep on a steady course,

as the stars appear to shift around us.

Jacob’s Ladder

When the heart exults,

let no song be unsung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The soul will rejoice,

although the vision may tarry,

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

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The moon reflects,

the solace of everyone,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The body grounds itself,

chesed v’emes marry,*

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

*Psalm 85:10

The Climb

A treasured moment to be with you,

a beatific glimpse of chayei olam,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Prayer from the heart, sublime in word,

distractions set aside, a time to soothe,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

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The neshamah is in tranquil repose,

hoping to find that eternal song,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Peace, sought by way of  yichud,

a oneness that makes life smooth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

Journey

Ancient orchards,

where flowers grew,

and fruit trees blossomed.

ancient vineyards,

where the grapes of gan eden

brought rejuvenation –

an appreciation of life,

in communion with G-d.

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These flowers are now wilted,

and the fruit is no longer sweet;

the grapes have withered,

they are become b’ushim.*

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Falling backward,

in order to move forward;

climbing higher,

to see what is below.

Walking the distance,

between past and present,

to reach the future.

*Isaiah 5:4

Ancient History Revival

Civilizations fall, others rise in their place.

We have not always inhabited the same space,

as our ancestors did, over the centuries;

thus, we do not always share the same memories.

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How can this be, that across the generations,

so much is lost to the plans of nations –

rearranging, reshaping the maps of destiny,

driving our ancestors abroad to other countries?

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Fall back to the ways of prior days in the shtetl;

there is nothing lost, and only everything to be gained.

Return to the days of yore, when our forefathers saw,

ahead of time, the desolate nature of our souls,

and the promise of renewal from Above.

Lattice

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.”

– Song of Songs 2:9, JPS 1917 Tanach

The beloved peers through the lattice,

that we place between ourselves and G-d.

He wonders how to reach our souls,

so fettered with the wonders of the world.

If only he could be spotted outside

of our cluttered households,

seen through the window of our minds,

and past our preconceptions of divinity.

Make room, clear out the house

where you reside, sheltered from the Unknown.

Breathe in, the fresh outdoor air,

where the beloved waits for you.

And, together, hand in hand,

proceed to the Promised Land.

For when all is said and done

in this life, we fly with angels

to the House of the Beloved.

Stand with Me

I stand, amidst controversy,

thrive amongst subtleties,

arrange my life accordingly

to the truths that stand on their own.

Standing room only in Heaven,

when the righteous, downtrodden, and marginalized;

misunderstood, voiceless, and persecuted

will enter into their glory.

Will you stand with me?

Forgotten Possibilities

Photo by Donald Giannatti on Unsplash

Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

concretized in time, once a decision’s made.

A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,

in favor of the one, that changes everything.

A blanket of snow in winter, covers

all growth, that has since decayed.

Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;

consolation to the cobwebs of the past.

Summer bears the burden of responsibility,

when all is brought to the light of truth.

In preparation for the autumn leaves,

that will fall gently to the ground.

These natural cycles are determined

by less factors than our own choices.

I was once given “a round tuit,”

a constant reminder of silence.

post corona blues

I have found my niche,
here, at the desk where I sit;
staying connected.

Pixels appear in harmony, arranged as letters in words, forming sentences in scripture, poetry, and essays. Sometimes, appearing as colorful details in art or photography. While outside, according to the news, if I dare to read, it seems there is still no reason or rhyme in the world.

I’ll take my solitude in front of the screen, 12hrsperday, excepting Shabbos, when I seek my connection to G-d. And, the world may continue on its own, for I know that G-d is sovereign; and, despite the appearance of chaos, all is running according to His plan.

There is still a certain feeling, bittersweet in character, that pervades my existence. Unlike most, I have no recourse to seek a “new normal,” beyond my own cozy solitude. I concede, that everything seems to have fallen into place for me, as I sit, study, and pray, while awaiting the new day.