Weighed down by my cares, troubled by the ways of the world; the only recourse is to shape myself from within this swirl of emotions both dark and light, by resting my gaze upon the Creator.
To be a light unto others, as much as humanly possible even while my own flame is flickering in the wind, with hardly enough glow to light the path home.
To be lifted up upon eagles wings, to have my soul refueled from Above, to cross the narrow bridge of life, in fear and trepidation of every step along the way to freedom.
Is this the way that I imagined? Is this the life that I expected? Once becoming a new person, upon committing my life to G-d? Yet, I do not speak of joy in this life; for, surely, I can waitfor Olam Haba.