Heavenly Messenger

Prayers are only answered from a distance;

there is a great expanse that separates

between the supernal heights of Shomayim,

and the lowliness of our earthbound plight.

By the time the angelic messenger

passes through the strata of rakia,

the communication has become veiled,

in language that is beyond our understanding.

The malach who was dispatched from Above,

ascends again with empty hands and a heavy heart;

his only contentment is found in the accomplishment

of the task entrusted to him alone to enact.

Regardless of the recipient’s lack of awareness,

G-d’s word will not have been sent in vain;

rather, its purpose will have been accomplished,

without the cognizance of the beneficiary.

Across the Years

The first evidence of a sense of the divine in my life, occurred when I was very young; my simple belief in G-d, demonstrated by my bedtime routine of saying the Shema Yisrael, praying for the health of my family, kneeling on the staircase leading to my parent’s room.

Years later, as a new ager, I transitioned back to my religious upbringing, when I saw the beauty of eastern thought, reflected in Jewish mysticism. So, I crossed that bridge, finding myself even more aware of the expansive void, that I previously had no name to reckon as an actual entity.

In following the arduous path that I was called to traverse, sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy; yet, this always proves to be temporary, like the transient sounds of the night, outside the tenement window of a city dweller’s sanctuary.

Beyond Words

I am not a prayerbook,
nor a relic from the past,
collecting dust on a shelf.

I am a portal into the spiritual world,
a doorway that opens up to your soul,
a pathway to the higher realms.

I am an ageless, ancient collection
of words that ring true with every read,
an everlasting source of inspiration.

I am an interactive assortment of letters,
dancing upon the pages of my face,
expounding upon My essential nature.

Calming, soothing, and renewing the one,
who contemplates my prayers with kavanah,
intent, focus and concentration.

My sentences transcend the punctuation marks;
commas and periods, rearranged, speak of truths,
that were previously unclear, now revealed.

poetry: His Presence

I am in All things,
All things are in Me.
Yet, I am not all things;
nor, are all things Me.

I sit on my throne
in Seventh Heaven;
yet, I hear the prayers
whispered in sanctuary.

My transcendence transcends
the greatest distance imagined.
Even so, My immanence is closer
to your soul than your thoughts.

I am Above and Below,
I created the highest heavens,
the lowest depths of the earth,
the seabeds, and the mountains.

Look in every direction,
I am there within the wind.
My Spirit resides with those
who earnestly seek Me.

poetry: Quietude

Silence, a precious treasure.
Priceless commodity of the faithful,
who seek G-d daily, in solitude.

The only notifications that are necessary,
are those sent from H’Shem to our soul.
And communication is not one-way.

Prayer, everlasting, ever nourishing
within the desert landscape of modernity,
barren of meaningful experiences.

No need to traipse around the concrete jungle,
when all that you need may be found in tandem
with the silent presence of G-d.

poetry: Restless

Restless heart, mindless spirit,
driven to and fro across the landscape
of the heart, without reservation,
continuously searching the perimeter,
scanning the horizon for something new.

Relentless in its intention, the yetzer hara
attempts to deceive the soul into thinking
that empty promises will amount to something,
better than the rewards of diligence,
perseverence, and adherence to a rule.

Yet, I know that my daily routine
is arranged with respect towards Heaven,
so that my soul may be lifted up
above this mundane world.
And, no amount of distractions
may be permitted to prevail
over what is Essential.

There is not a single blade of grass,
that is actually greener on the other side
of my sacred moments in time,
nor, the place where I rest in solitude.
Rather, it is the noisy jungle,
outside of my Refuge,
that will remain unexplored,
for the sake of true sanctity.

poetry: Listen

L-rd, listen to my plea, help me to
discover the nature of this issue,
the roots of this continual problem,
the crux of this challenging dilemma.

The murkiness keeps resurfacing,
with ever increasing strength,
when given leeway to uproot
the positivity in my life.

I am unable to conquer on my own,
this perpetual strife that reappears again,
after everything seemed to settle down;
yet, waves of emotional distress arise.

Seek Me when I may be found,
the L-rd will provide rest and comfort,
after the storms have been stilled;
washed up on the sands of time.
Footsteps of the Messiah.

poetry: Prayer

Avail yourself of prayer,
Seek the heavenly realm
Climb the ascending stairs,
Transcend the mundane.

Lift up your thoughts
to the world Above,
here, there is nought,
Anything except love.

When your soul finds the time
to commune with your Maker,
G-d’s mercy you will find,
As you begin to awake.

These morning blues,
May be cast off today,
Change doleful hues
Beyond shades of grey.

Every chance amongst the hours,
you may return to a place of solace,
By recollecting your soul without dour,
being mindful of time and place.

There are no heights unreachable,
when you set your mind on Him
Transformation is possible,
Without any chagrin.