poetry: Restless

Restless heart, mindless spirit,
driven to and fro across the landscape
of the heart, without reservation,
continuously searching the perimeter,
scanning the horizon for something new.

Relentless in its intention, the yetzer hara
attempts to deceive the soul into thinking
that empty promises will amount to something,
better than the rewards of diligence,
perseverence, and adherence to a rule.

Yet, I know that my daily routine
is arranged with respect towards Heaven,
so that my soul may be lifted up
above this mundane world.
And, no amount of distractions
may be permitted to prevail
over what is Essential.

There is not a single blade of grass,
that is actually greener on the other side
of my sacred moments in time,
nor, the place where I rest in solitude.
Rather, it is the noisy jungle,
outside of my Refuge,
that will remain unexplored,
for the sake of true sanctity.

poetry: Listen

L-rd, listen to my plea, help me to
discover the nature of this issue,
the roots of this continual problem,
the crux of this challenging dilemma.

The murkiness keeps resurfacing,
with ever increasing strength,
when given leeway to uproot
the positivity in my life.

I am unable to conquer on my own,
this perpetual strife that reappears again,
after everything seemed to settle down;
yet, waves of emotional distress arise.

Seek Me when I may be found,
the L-rd will provide rest and comfort,
after the storms have been stilled;
washed up on the sands of time.
Footsteps of the Messiah.