Inertia

In the twilight of life,
at the turning point
upon the hill of habit,
shall I descend the other side,
or garner my wings and fly?

Having not remembered my Creator,

until the days of my youth were past,

I am caught midway in the flight of fancy

by a torrent of wind that creates resistance

to change, even for the betterment of my soul,

as I make an effort everyday to find my way.

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Teshuvah, the all embracing, ever pervasive remedy

seems sometimes so far out of my reach,

and unless I gather my strengths together,

to teach myself how to fly,

I will reside in the shadows of my past,

consumed by regret, plagued by unrealized dreams,

crushed by the heaviness of being,

and defeated by the lethargy of inactivity.

Ordinariness

Ordinariness is plain and simple, calm and pleasant, placid and unperturbable. “If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there; if I make my bed in hell, thou art there” (Psalm 139:8). Yet, when I take a walk around the block to get some fresh air, and clear my thoughts, it seems like within the ordinariness, G-d is present everywhere.

Silent Reminiscence

Abandoned by all that was once familiar,

shattered by the deception of calculated lies,

torn, by the dissolution of a friendship,

and the realizations that progressively lead

to disillusion, freedom, and renewal.

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A flight to sanctuary, two thousand miles away

from everything I knew that seemed to be real;

yet, was proved eventually under scrutiny

to be a house constructed of playing cards.

A seemingly random shuffle dealt a new hand,

that offered a perspective unimagined on the frontier

of a land, unexplored, ripe with potential and possibility.

Restoration

Desire, banished into the wind;
and, the shadows of the enemy,
vanquished upon the earliest rays
of sunlight at dawn.

That the truth may be upheld,
in all of its splendor and glory;
and emunah restore the confidence,
that slipped away in the night.

This is the derech of the pious:
to enlighten the eyes of others,
even while facing challenges;
looking toward chayei olam.

Jacob’s Ladder

When the heart exults,

let no song be unsung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The soul will rejoice,

although the vision may tarry,

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

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The moon reflects,

the solace of everyone,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The body grounds itself,

chesed v’emes marry,*

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

*Psalm 85:10

The Climb

A treasured moment to be with you,

a beatific glimpse of chayei olam,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Prayer from the heart, sublime in word,

distractions set aside, a time to soothe,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

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The neshamah is in tranquil repose,

hoping to find that eternal song,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Peace, sought by way of  yichud,

a oneness that makes life smooth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

Stand with Me

I stand, amidst controversy,

thrive amongst subtleties,

arrange my life accordingly

to the truths that stand on their own.

Standing room only in Heaven,

when the righteous, downtrodden, and marginalized;

misunderstood, voiceless, and persecuted

will enter into their glory.

Will you stand with me?

Forgotten Possibilities

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Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

concretized in time, once a decision’s made.

A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,

in favor of the one, that changes everything.

A blanket of snow in winter, covers

all growth, that has since decayed.

Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;

consolation to the cobwebs of the past.

Summer bears the burden of responsibility,

when all is brought to the light of truth.

In preparation for the autumn leaves,

that will fall gently to the ground.

These natural cycles are determined

by less factors than our own choices.

I was once given “a round tuit,”

a constant reminder of silence.