Rosh HaShannah

apples and honey,
sweeten the New Year’s advent;
Rosh HaShannah bliss.

As Rosh HaShannah, the New Year on the Hebrew calendar approaches, I prepare my soul, so that I might be able to stand before the King on Judgment Day. Selichos (the penitential prayers) have already begun; these prayers will continue, until the eve of the Day of Judgment, when all the world is judged, and decrees are made for the New Year. Yet, charity, prayer, and repentance have the effect of lessening the severity of any negative decrees placed upon us.

The two days of Rosh HaShannah are said, according to the Zohar, to symbolically represent a day of judgment, and a day of mercy, resting upon G-d’s attributes of both justice and mercy. Because the world could not survive upon being judged without mercy. Justice alone would bring harsh condemnation upon all the earth, for no one is able to sincerely live 100% by G-d’s standard; everyone falls short of the mark to varying degrees, because of our “human nature,” as some say, inherited by Adam and Eve, who disobeyed G-d, even while living in Gan Eden (Paradise). So, mercy has a sweetening effect upon our judgment, so that we can be reconciled to G-d.

soul journey

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.

poem: Balance

I prefer not to engage,
as I sit behind my screen,
in the cacophony of voices
that constantly compete online,
promulgating self assertion,
rather than discussion.

So, I wait patiently,
rather than join the fray,
until my voice is lifted,
first to Heaven for revision,
before making its way to the page.

Does anyone, including myself, consider
that words carry weight into posterity,
ultimately to be reviewed by the judge,
when the ledgers are drawn on our account?