Out of the silence of the heart,

patience is born, derived from

the eternal nature of the soul.

Patience blooms best in silence;

when the heart becomes still,

the entirety of the soul listens.

The fertile void of the moment,

births words of truth spoken,

within the heart of silence.

The soul that is present, here

in a moment of time, is waiting

to hear the footsteps of Messiah.

Redemption is at hand for all

who are able to acknowledge

the potential of every moment.

Cozy

Perfect, in the moment;

beyond that, I do not know.

Knowing that change is imminent,

would prevent me from being present.

Kairos will soon give way to chronos;

and, the moment will diminish,

retreating into the past.

Nearly forgotten, countless moments,

lined up as figurative points

on the receding path of memory.

Yet, the expectation prevails,

a hope for the unity of tomorrow,

when past meets future in the now.

Anxiety retreats, fear scatters,

and the familiar presence of being

one step closer to the Geulah,

brings solace to the heart.

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.

poem: Upgrade

I am waiting for an upgrade on my soul;
I am unable to improve of my own accord.

I lack the perspective of my forefathers,
who diligently climbed the ladder of Jacob.

Yet, here, I falter every day, as if
I can never get past the first rung.

Imagine what it would be like,
falling straight down the ladder,

five broken rungs at a time,
returning to where you started.

And, who will lift me up when I fall,
on the wings of the angels who climb,

night and day, up, and back down the ladder –
in order to strengthen faltering souls.

poetry: Sacred Words

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Captured by the silence,
everything intensifies,
including my fears, especially
when I neglect my prayers.

Only sacred words
have the power to sustain me.
When my avodas is diminished,
I become entrenched in the mire.

My thoughts wander,
and silence turns oppressive,
until I reach into the depths
of my soul for a heartfelt prayer.

With the help of the Ruach,
my words will transcend time and space,
reaching out to the heavens,
like sweet smelling incense.

poem: Silence

I call out in silence,
from the depth of my soul,
unto the depth of Your
unfathomable wisdom.

When You respond with a nudge,
or an intuition sent from Heaven,
it is done so in the silence of my heart.
And, I am at Your Mercy.

Your kindnesses to me are beyond
my ability to appreciate, in all gratitude,
what has been done, over the years.
And, I falter for honest words,
that express the essence
of remorse for my negligence.

Shema – hear, listen, hearken
and understand the Word of G-d,
silently reaching out in the darkness
of our lives. Heed the call.

poem: Surface Values

You have still
only scratched the surface,
of your resistance towards a life lived,
in due respect towards the Creator,
and all of His creation,
both animate and inanimate.

Yet, the greater challenge is
to plummet the depths of your soul,
by exposing the tainted layers of neglect
that must be peeled away.

Like an archaeology dig,
wherein every layer’s artifacts
are carefully categorized,
and stored away for further analysis.
The soul is at the center,
buried beneath the years
of living a life unexamined,
having carelessly made your way
through the wilderness
of childhood and young adulthood.