Aviv

O Aviv, upon your full moon, hinge all of the promises anew. The grains of the barley harvest, are roasted, ground, and sifted. Mixed with oil, a handful of frankincense placed on top. Then, consumed by the flames, it’s smoke arises to Shomayim. Thus, completed, we may partake of the abundance of the harvest.

The sheaf of the first fruits stands as a reminder across the generations. To all who aspire towards righteousness, as upright sheaves, standing in the field. Waiting for the harvest, we seek renewal, when the day arrives for joyful reaping. And, the sheaves will be gathered, waived like lulav branches in the wind. Carried across the lands of the earth, to be planted anew in Yerushalayim.


Pesach offering,
unleavened bread, wine, and guests;
waiting for next year.

Promise

1 Nissan 5781

Running, the tempest behind me,

still present in my thoughts and dreams;

yet, somewhere on the horizon, I can see

in the distance, there is a place serene.

Joyous within myself, outwardly smiling,

my emotions never surface enough to be visible;

perhaps, a trait from my ancestors upbringing,

learned men of books, studying in the shtetl.

My father comprehends the silence,

that his view from heaven always reveals;

although, amidst my own earthly burdens,

much for me still remains concealed.

Yehi ratzon, I will be consoled at last

by the promise of the Final Redemption;

each year that closes the gaps of the past,

brings us closer to our future reunion.

Linear time and eternity merge,

as hours pass into days and years;

in a single glimpse, moments converge,

carrying the weight of golden tears.

The Beis HaMikdash looms visible,

in the inner sanctum of the soul;

a place of solace, clearly recognizable

by the light of the Shepherd’s fold.

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: Dawn 2

Biding my time, in syncopation
with the angels fluttering by,
outside of my window, during the day,
and receding into heaven by dusk.

They will return to gather the elect
children of G-d, waiting in patience
for the darkness to pass at last,
revealing the truth on High.

At dawn, we will be lifted into the air,
transcending once and for all,
this world of tears, and sorrow –
transformed into our true selves.

poetry: Afterglow

this is the calm before the storm,
for those who take refuge in the makom,
while sheltering in place, reflecting
upon what is essential in life.

the afterglow of sanctity will strengthen
all, who look towards shomayim (heaven)
in anticipation of the final call, the Geulah
when the shofar will resound across the world.

Redemption is at hand: Moshiach awaits,
the moment of revelation will arrive;
his reign from Jerusalem will stretch all
around this Planet, from the east to the west.

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: Surrender

My heart is surrendered unto You.
Your Kingship, I have accepted forevermore.
Your lasting value was made known to me,
within a moment of eternity.

Now, in looking down from Shomayim (Heaven),
I am filled with the love that was bestowed upon me.
Carry my family in the grace that was shown to me;
cradle them in Your mercy until the perfect day.

poetry: Lofty View

The view from Heaven
Will shed light on our sorrow,
and cast a glow of redemption
Upon our faces tomorrow.

This lonely path through the darkness
Will lead to strength and determination,
Even under these trying circumstances,
So that we may live with favor from Above.

In expectation of the Aleph-Tav,
The first and last, from beginning to end,
Since time immemorial,
Until the Kingdom Come.

poem: 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.