Plea of the Pearl

There is something greater, than can be imagined, on the other side of the Veil. Something beyond compare to anything that can be found in this world. Yet, you continue to dive for pearls, as if treasures can only be manifest by searching the seas.

Our tears of compassion will be dried by the angels. Yet, you are heartless, and say, “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife” (1).

Those who weep for the poor, downtrodden, and voiceless, will be comforted when the Kingdom appears at dawn. Yet, your myopic focus on self, will not be rewarded on the Day Judgment.

Cast away your ambition, for the sake of Heaven, and search for the lost souls, whose renewal will bring you joy. For, “to save a life, is as if an entire world will be saved” (2).

(1). Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

(2). Jerusalem Talmud, Sanhedrin 4:1

To Be Human

You’re perfect in your imperfectness,

complete in your incompleteness;

and, whole in your brokenness.

Life is full of paradoxes,

that only G-d can mend,

by unravelling the tangled

threads of our existence.

Bringing together past and present,

reconciling our souls to the future

Kingdom, already present in our hearts.

poem: Heir

We will bow in due time
to the righteous heir of the throne.

Until then, the way is paved for us;
so, let us help others along the way.

Lest the new normal bring complacency,
may we transcend the status quo.

Settle for nothing less than a vision
of the future, under G-d’s rule.

When His Kingdom is established,
by the One who appears from the clouds.

The two witnesses wil decry the apostasy,
and strengthen our moral resolve.

Moses and Elijah, steadfast in their faith,
will serve to remind us of the truth.

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.

poetry: Reveal

Cast away the veneer,
search below the surface.
Peel the old paint away,
scrape off the tarnish.

Layers of dust collect,
over the years of toil,
while the soul is neglected,
the springs begin to uncoil.

Like an ancient clock,
that has seen many hours
pass by without thought
upon this nature of ours.

For the truth is hidden,
within our conscience,
concealed by oblivion,
held in limbo by darkness.

Unlock your mind
with the Word of Life
in time you will find
the answer inside.

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: The Bridge

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A journey, across this bridge,
between belief and practice,
from the mind to the heart,
spanning heaven and earth.

Reaching out towards G-d;
then, returning to the self.
Climbing towards the sublime,
descending to the mundane.

Appearing before His throne,
only with prayers that glisten,
like dewdrops on the leaves
of the Tree of Life in Gan Eden.

Welcoming the Sabbath Queen,
in the evening, in all of your finery,
while dining with the angels,
in expectation of the Kingdom.

poetry: Promise

“Let us reason together.” – Isaiah 1:18

After the rain, the sun will shine.

At nightime, the stars radiate;

at dawn, the rooster crows.

We are awakened to the sound

of our own heart beating:

the soul redeemed, the breath

of life rhythmically flowing

throughout our whole being.

Yet, we can not always see

beyond the limits of our confines,

nor find a spark of hope inside

ourselves, when the darkness closes in,

threatening to permeate the soul.

Even so, beyond all of this,

is the promise of the Kingdom,

Where we will be at peace.

Forever.