Our Hope

In the face of challenge, you are our hope;
in the midst of chaos, you are our refuge.

When the walls are pressing inwards,
you are there to expand our horizons.

When all seems to be lacking inspiration,
you are there to light the way for us.

In doubt, I will continue to trust you;
in fear, I will not turn away from the path.

When others offer no consolation,
I will seek out your compassion.

When others have no kind words,
I will avail myself of your kindness.

When those who promised, break their promises,
I will trust in the inheritance that you have given us.

When the world looms large in shadows,
I will wait until you bring the dawn.

When darkness threatens to engulf this country,
I will feel reassured by your prophetic word.

Lives in Limbo

“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” – Wislawa Szymborska

The darkened hearts of some of our neighbors, who have renounced their humanity will be judged by the Almighty, while I and my brother, hiding in between these walls, will continue to cling to the Ribono Shel Olam, Who has provided this place of refuge for us. We are fortunate enough to be blessed with kind Christian neighbors, who will not permit the darkness to cloud their own sense of judgment, morality and faith. Although this bleak reality (only an appearance of a life in limbo) may cast an occasional shadow of doubt upon our own faith, I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being. And, who knows whether these very walls may have been built for this purpose, to shelter us from the tyranny of the soul that seems to have pervaded the world’s conscience.

Across the Years

The first evidence of a sense of the divine in my life, occurred when I was very young; my simple belief in G-d, demonstrated by my bedtime routine of saying the Shema Yisrael, praying for the health of my family, kneeling on the staircase leading to my parent’s room.

Years later, as a new ager, I transitioned back to my religious upbringing, when I saw the beauty of eastern thought, reflected in Jewish mysticism. So, I crossed that bridge, finding myself even more aware of the expansive void, that I previously had no name to reckon as an actual entity.

In following the arduous path that I was called to traverse, sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy;° yet, this always proves to be temporary, like the transient sounds of the night, outside the tenement window of a city dweller’s sanctuary.

°Mary Oliver, Spring Azures

poem: Waves

Broken, yet, not defeated.
overwhelmed, not vanquished.
sullen, not dejected, and
although hesitant, still determined.

The L-rd will make a way,
through this sea of confusion.
He will provide a path,
amidst the mighty waters
of these perilous times.

Temperamental, yet,
always seeking a balance
in my approach to life,
returning to homeostasis.
No more a leaf in the wind;
rather, a tree with roots.