Promise

1 Nissan 5781

Running, the tempest behind me,

still present in my thoughts and dreams;

yet, somewhere on the horizon, I can see

in the distance, there is a place serene.

Joyous within myself, outwardly smiling,

my emotions never surface enough to be visible;

perhaps, a trait from my ancestors upbringing,

learned men of books, studying in the shtetl.

My father comprehends the silence,

that his view from heaven always reveals;

although, amidst my own earthly burdens,

much for me still remains concealed.

Yehi ratzon, I will be consoled at last

by the promise of the Final Redemption;

each year that closes the gaps of the past,

brings us closer to our future reunion.

Linear time and eternity merge,

as hours pass into days and years;

in a single glimpse, moments converge,

carrying the weight of golden tears.

The Beis HaMikdash looms visible,

in the inner sanctum of the soul;

a place of solace, clearly recognizable

by the light of the Shepherd’s fold.

Renewal

Is the past beyond redemption?
Can not the truth be retrieved
from amidst this disorderly pile
of worn out tattered journals?

The dust that has collected,
must be sifted out from amongst
these scattered pages, uncategorized;
yet, containing the codes of my life.

A life, previously unraveled,
like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,
twisting and turning along an invisible axis
of the original blueprint of life.

In the distance – a light –
that bears witness to the tragic notes,
sounded out throughout an endeavor
to peer through the darkness.

In time, the dust becomes
visible to the eye of the soul,
when the first ray of dawn,
shines through the window.

Every particle, suspended in the air,
for a brief moment, before settling
down on the floor, vanishes from sight,
like the bioluminescence of fireflies.

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: Prayer

Avail yourself of prayer,
Seek the heavenly realm
Climb the ascending stairs,
Transcend the mundane.

Lift up your thoughts
to the world Above,
here, there is nought,
Anything except love.

When your soul finds the time
to commune with your Maker,
G-d’s mercy you will find,
As you begin to awake.

These morning blues,
May be cast off today,
Change doleful hues
Beyond shades of grey.

Every chance amongst the hours,
you may return to a place of solace,
By recollecting your soul without dour,
being mindful of time and place.

There are no heights unreachable,
when you set your mind on Him
Transformation is possible,
Without any chagrin.

poetry: Sacred Words

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Captured by the silence,
everything intensifies,
including my fears, especially
when I neglect my prayers.

Only sacred words
have the power to sustain me.
When my avodas is diminished,
I become entrenched in the mire.

My thoughts wander,
and silence turns oppressive,
until I reach into the depths
of my soul for a heartfelt prayer.

With the help of the Ruach,
my words will transcend time and space,
reaching out to the heavens,
like sweet smelling incense.

poem: Silence

I call out in silence,
from the depth of my soul,
unto the depth of Your
unfathomable wisdom.

When You respond with a nudge,
or an intuition sent from Heaven,
it is done so in the silence of my heart.
And, I am at Your Mercy.

Your kindnesses to me are beyond
my ability to appreciate, in all gratitude,
what has been done, over the years.
And, I falter for honest words,
that express the essence
of remorse for my negligence.

Shema – hear, listen, hearken
and understand the Word of G-d,
silently reaching out in the darkness
of our lives. Heed the call.

poem: Bestowal

Let not the Adversary
steal your peace of mind,
nor the benefits of prayer,
so efficacious for your soul.

Set your heart upon Me;
I will set my seal upon you.
A seat is reserved for you
at the Wedding Banquet.

Until that time, your soul
may rest upon these promises,
that you may not be compromised
in body, mind, nor spirit.

May your self esteem improve,
and your soul be nourished
with all the gifts from Heaven,
that will be bestowed upon you
in due time.

Renewal

Can the past be redeemed?
Can the truth be retrieved
from amidst this pile
of tattered journals?

The dust that has collected,
must be sifted out from amongst
these scattered pages, uncategorized;
yet, containing the codes of a life

previously unravelled,
like nucleotides rearranged on a double helix,
twisting and turning along an invisible axis
of the original blueprint of life.

In the distance – a light –
bearing witness, to the tragic notes,
played throughout an endeavor
to peer through the darkness.

The dust is made visible
to the eye of the soul,
while the first ray of dawn,
shines through the window.

Every particle, suspended in the air,
for a brief moment, before settling,
on the floor, vanishing from sight,
like the incandescence of fireflies.

poem: The Bridge

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A journey, across this bridge,
between belief and practice,
from the mind to the heart,
spanning heaven and earth.

Reaching out towards G-d;
then, returning to the self.
Climbing towards the sublime,
descending to the mundane.

Appearing before His throne,
only with prayers that glisten,
like dewdrops on the leaves
of the Tree of Life in Gan Eden.

Welcoming the Sabbath Queen,
in the evening, in all of your finery,
while dining with the angels,
in expectation of the Kingdom.