Called

Called, in one moment of divine inspiration,

by the One who reaches down from seventh heaven,

with His right hand, to guide the contrite of heart

to safe shores, where rest may be found

from the tumults of life that endanger the soul,

bringing light to those bound in the darkness

of the world, unable to find their way.

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I was constrained by cords of mental bonds,

trapped by the Deceiver, and secured in the lair

of the Adversary, until G-d freed me from my shackles,

appearing as my redeemer within the lion’s den,

where I would have been torn, rendered into pieces,

had He not shown me a way out of the arena,

and brought me to safety, after crossing the sea.

Still Waiting

"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy."

– Psalm 126:5

Weighed down by my cares,
troubled by the ways of the world;
the only recourse is to shape
myself from within this swirl
of emotions both dark and light,
by resting my gaze upon the Creator.

To be a light unto others,
as much as humanly possible
even while my own flame
is flickering in the wind,
with hardly enough glow
to light the path home.

To be lifted up upon eagles wings,
to have my soul refueled from Above,
to cross the narrow bridge of life,
in fear and trepidation of every step
along the way to freedom.

Is this the way that I imagined?
Is this the life that I expected?
Once becoming a new person,
upon committing my life to G-d?
Yet, I do not speak of joy in this life;
for, surely, I can wait for Olam Haba.

Mercy Abides

Mercy abides in the heart, despite all sorrow;

where G-d has planted eternity as well,

so that we know what will be, beyond this world,

no longer needing to live in fear of the inevitable.

For, the remedy has already been applied,

like a bandage upon this wounded world,

whereas mourning will turn into joy at dawn,

and the darkness of night will succumb to the light

of mercy that will shine in our hearts,

radiating outwards, from one end of the earth to another.

From one generation to the next,

the best of intentions fail to succeed,

because without G-d in the equation,

nothing will add up properly,

nor total out correctly, like having the perfect

amount of change for bread and wine,

on Friday, late afternoon, before sunset.

Towards the end of the sixth day,

when the heavens and earth were finished,

currently, nearing the edge of eternity,

as the millennial Sabbath approaches,

and preparations are already being made

for the Banquet of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

catered by angelic beings, serving wine

from the vineyards of Gan Eden.

Life Is

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Life is actual,

happening in the moment,

real to all who are present,

not to be concretized.

Experienced in different ways,

open to interpretation,

in the eye of the beholder,

precious to the Creator,

treasured by the soul.

Not to be repeated,

uniquely personal,

open to possibilities,

encapsulating change.

Like a kaleidoscope,

ever turning around,

being reshaped from Above;

every life a masterpiece,

in the eyes of G-d.

Soulful Ingredients

A dose of discernment,
an ounce of wisdom.
Two pounds of knowledge,
plus a life time’s worth
of yiras H’Shem.

Grant light unto me,
from the stars above,
to shine in my heart.
And truth beyond measure.

From one end of heaven,
to the other end of heaven,
may all of my mitzvot
be like seeds planted,
with a great yield
at harvest time.

A dash of hope,
every morning
when I wake;
a pinch of joy,
to flavor each day.

Faith in abundance,
throughout the night;
and, an everlasting
supply of belief
in G-d above.

poetry: Quietude

Silence, a precious treasure.
Priceless commodity of the faithful,
who seek G-d daily, in solitude.

The only notifications that are necessary,
are those sent from H’Shem to our soul.
And communication is not one-way.

Prayer, everlasting, ever nourishing
within the desert landscape of modernity,
barren of meaningful experiences.

No need to traipse around the concrete jungle,
when all that you need may be found in tandem
with the silent presence of G-d.

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.