Promise

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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.

In Heaven’s Time

A tearful reunion, when my memories drift,

bittersweet moments, resurrected by the sound

of melancholy chords that compel me to reminisce.

A “whisper” from Above, when I viewed the painting,

encapsulated by a sense of silence that surrounds

Yoseph’s deathbed – Yeshua and Miriam at his side.

The night before you passed, a sense of urgency

brought me to my knees, for half an hour in prayer;

(past efforts only ever amounted to a few minutes).

My only explanation, I was sustained by the Ruach,

to endure for the sake of a parting gift to your soul,

that you would be gently lifted up to Shomayim.