Civilizations fall, others rise in their place.
We have not always inhabited the same space,
as our ancestors did, over the centuries;
thus, we do not always share the same memories.
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How can this be, that across the generations,
so much is lost to the plans of nations –
rearranging, reshaping the maps of destiny,
driving our ancestors abroad to other countries?
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Fall back to the ways of prior days in the shtetl;
there is nothing lost, and only everything to be gained.
Return to the days of yore, when our forefathers saw,
ahead of time, the desolate nature of our souls,
and the promise of renewal from Above.
Sweat, discipline, and a weekly regimen,
fosters a strong will, and a determination
that prevails each and everyday, until
the end of the semester, after testing
~ we cross the span of the river ~
To feast on miso soup, sushi, and sashimi;
cups of green tea, and sake throughout dinner.
Conversation turns towards Japan, where
all devoted students would like to train.
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.