Silent, lonely solitude,
darkens my feelings,
enlightens my mind.
No other truce
between the world and I
has existed, until this time.
The duration of my sojourning,
stationary in my domicile,
will persist, as I become accustomed
to the quietude that surrounds me.
As my thoughts settle, and my heart is calm,
I gravitate to the understanding
that a lifetime spent in hectic embrace
with the world is an allotment
not worth nearly as much as
searching the empty spaces,
between revelation and mundanity,
my inbreath and my outbreath,
past experiences and current news.
An empty life, except for the miracles,
an empty past, except for the hope.
An empty future, unless I keep my eyes on the prize.
Olam Haba, an expectation for tomorrow.
Promises made, commitment wanes; yet, grace avails
my soul on the derech (path) towards freedom.
Stuck in the mire, reaching out to Shomayim (Heaven).
alone in my reverie, except for the Light from Above.
Carry me forward, into the sea of life,
irrespective of the pursuit of the enemy behind me,
flagging me down, trying to get me to turn back
to the emptiness of fleeting pleasures.
Lift me up, above the graves of my past,
resurrect the hope, the strength, and the resolve
to serve You, regardless of the circumstances.
Redeem our lives, as we cross into chayei olam.