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.

poem: Exalted

Every morning,
I attempt to serve You anew.
Silent calm, and tranquil,
when an unbroken chain of avodah
prevails, and, I see only You.

At other times,
I search for validation
in a world of darkness,
blinded by my own ignorance.

What sparks within my soul remain
untainted by the vanities
of Olam HaZeh (This World)?
Is there an opportunity for redemption
in every moment?

Learning to see the world
through Your eyes,
I am surprised to find,
your essence exalted
within creation everywhere.

poetry: The Last Things

You turn the hearts of mankind,
to a place of contrition,
like the dust of the earth,
being reminded of its lowliness.

Yet, for the recalcitrant,
their hearts compel them
to continue in their ways,
regardless of their destiny.

The last things need to be kept in mind,
or else our glory, we can not find.
Yet, some would act in reckless abandon,
ignoring our common fate in the earth.

Without a vision, our humanity perishes,
like a dandelion’s tufts blowing in the wind.
Each tiny red seed carried aloft
on a silver grey strand of gossamer.

Life itself is ephemeral,
and the soul eternal –
carried away at the time of death,
to a place of recompense.