A soul, satiated,
not with the pleasures of the world,
nor the intoxication of life;
rather, content with the taste
of love from Above,
no longer running in haste,
away from His treasure trove.
A mind, relaxed,
permitting everything to unfold,
without succumbing to strife;
passing opportunities by,
in favor of the everlasting;
for the time of reckoning is nigh,
when all accounts will be settled.
Yet, everyday I regress,
falling close to the abyss;
climbing under constant duress,
this life’s empty promises of bliss.
Is there no other recourse, to escape
the fate that awaits? Through teshuvah,
receive me back into Your grace.