poem: Delight

A delight to the neshamah (soul),
at the beginning of the Sabbath;
the smell of fresh baked challah,
the flickering flames of candles.

Kiddush with concord grape wine,
at the beginning of my sacred feast,
comforts the soul in its nisyonos;
approaching heaven, to say the least.

Yet, there is really nothing to compare
to the delights of Heaven; when we arrive,
our eyes will be dazzled by H’Shem’s kavod;
truth will reign supreme in our hearts.

The expectation of a good place, 
reserved for the righteous in Olam Haba,
may serve as the focus, when seeking
to transcend the challenges of life.

Lifting our hearts towards Shomayim,
the cares of this life are diminished.
The great banquet awaits the pious:
Leviathan, and wine from Gan Eden.

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.