poem: Hope

foundations crumbling, under the pressure
of influences beyond control of the common man.
faith in G-d increases amidst the righteous,
while cities surge, yearning for something better.

in their eyes, the disguise is unrecognized,
with misplaced expectations they continue
to trust in man and his endless promises,
unrealized in every single age of history.

yet, we look towards a new dawn,
where truth is uncompromised,
hope flourishes within the heart,
sustained by G-d’s lofty promises.

for His people are waiting,
His children are yearning,
for something promised
by the Only Guarantor.

poem: Delight

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.

poem: Horizon

I’ve grown lazy,
as my dreams clash with reality.
I have become disconnected from the actual,
because I focus on what would be ideal.

I sit behind my screen, peering into the world.
Trying to gain some kind of perspective,
that will shed light on current events.

Every time that I close down the screen,
the world vanishes along with the pixels,
that make up words and images.

On the morrow, they will reappear,
reconfigured in new patterns,
as changeable as the currents

of life that pulse through
a pastiche of reality
that never captures the essence,

falls short of the mark every time,
because of divisiveness, bias,
and myopic visions.

Like the parable about the elephant,
each person only able to describe
a singular part of the whole.

Yet, hope is on the horizon,
when the lies subside
and the truth prevails.

The long awaited Kingdom,
wherein the lion and the lamb
live in peace with all of mankind.

To this, I look forward,
when all else is in disarray,
when mountains crumble,

I know that what remains
will be here to stay.

poem: Beyond Stasis

If we are bidden to sit still,
quietly awaiting for this to pass,
then we acknowledge His will,
and demonstrate acceptance.

Yet, if we envision our near future,
as no different than our recent past,
then we have missed the point, and,
have not taken the opportunity to change.

In the chaos around us,
there must be a still point,
a central focus for our lives,
amidst these challenges.

From that point, hope is born,
fear subsides, anxieties flee,
calm permeates the air we breathe;
the expectation of a new day
will help us to endure.

poem: Endurance

I had forgotten about viewing
each and every headache or annoyance
as a desired cross to bear in the moment.

Only desired, as a fulfillment
of G-d’s unique will for me,
meant to lead towards Him.

And, these moments will add up
to an eternity of bliss and equanimity,
once accepted with the grace supplied.

For no challenge, nor consequence
is too great of a burden, when
we cast our vision towards Him.

Smouldering, beneath a facade
of pretension, lies the truth
of the human condition.

No expectation will be met,
unless we make every effort
on our own to succeed.

G-d will make up the difference:
He will bridge the gap between
our weakness and His strength.

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.

poem: The Plea

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The ebb and flow of life,
already curtailed by the plague;
normalcy continues to diminish,
when strife adds fuel to the fire.

Nowhere in sight,
nor in the news is the story
told of the plight, common to all of us.
Factions, divisions, and arguments
seem to prevail, in this arena
of strife, contention, and accusations:
a medley of disunity, instead
of a harmony of opposites.

Everyone needs to breathe fresh air,
and ponder upon the big picture,
because we’re all in this together,
pleading in our hearts for mercy,
if not from man, then from G-d Above.

poetry: Shelter

Driven, to sustain ourselves,
in light of the circumstances,
that prevail upon us everyday,
as if blind to G-d’s Provision.

Even in times of scarcity,
He provides for His children,
as He did in the Wilderness
for B’nei Yisrael.

Despite the times
of economic travail,
physical and mental suffering,
emotional duress, and fear
of an unimaginable future

He will provide comfort
to those who seek refuge in Him;
forbearance of our hardships,
when we turn towards Him;
and, Guidance, when we
have no more answers.

poetry: Ariel

Ariel – a prose poem


There is a light that shines upon mankind,

an animating spirit that sustains the soul.

Guided by an unknown hand – the One,

Who lives and breathes in our midst.

A common journey, a single thread,

weaving a tapestry across time, history and nations;

this invisible force reckons the accounts of all souls,

balancing justice and judgment with compassion and mercy.

All are known to Him; no one goes unnoticed.

Each and every one of the myriad of stars

in the universe is given a name.

How much moreso is every soul on earth,

every man, woman and child

valued in the eyes of the Creator,

Who views no one as insignificant;

even the least of us is treasured,

by the One who watches over us all,

calling us home through what we perceive as our intuition,

beckoning toward us from Above,

whenever we receive an inkling of truth,

a spark of hope, or an impulse of kindness.

Despite assimilation in a world gone awry,

our lives may be rebuilt upon the ashes of the past.

Our souls may be redeemed, by He whose arms are open

to receive us into His Sanctuary.

For He is our refuge in times of darkness.

Israel cried out to Him from the smouldering ruins of the Shoah.

“Turn thou us unto thee, O L-rd, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.”

– Lamentations 5:21

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Emptiness

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.