Lost and Found

Over the years,

beyond the tears,

the sweetness of life,

was replaced with strife.

Lost amongst the waves

that wash up on the shore,

and recede back into the deep,

until the grace of G-d

was bestowed upon me.

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A second chance,

given at the cost of leaving

everything behind me,

for the sake of renewal –

amazing in and of itself,

to reflect on this opportunity,

an open door into eternity.

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My vision restored,

after years of searching,

my heart renewed,

upon learning the truth.

My soul embraced

by a divine friendship,

and my faith in G-d above

blessed by His servants on earth.*

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*inspired by the hymn, Amazing Grace

Silent Reminiscence

Abandoned by all that was once familiar,

shattered by the deception of calculated lies,

torn, by the dissolution of a friendship,

and the realizations that progressively lead

to disillusion, freedom, and renewal.

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A flight to sanctuary, two thousand miles away

from everything I knew that seemed to be real;

yet, was proved eventually under scrutiny

to be a house constructed of playing cards.

A seemingly random shuffle dealt a new hand,

that offered a perspective unimagined on the frontier

of a land, unexplored, ripe with potential and possibility.

Restoration

Desire, banished into the wind;
and, the shadows of the enemy,
vanquished upon the earliest rays
of sunlight at dawn.

That the truth may be upheld,
in all of its splendor and glory;
and emunah restore the confidence,
that slipped away in the night.

This is the derech of the pious:
to enlighten the eyes of others,
even while facing challenges;
looking toward chayei olam.

defusion

Unravel your thinking;
like cords tied together,
being loosed from the tangle.


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Enlighten your eyes,
with the light from Above;
free your mind, and
liberate your soul.

L’rd, untie the bundled sins, accept the prayer of your people; strengthen us, purify us, bless us, show us pity. May Your righteousness always reward us. Turn to Your people. Accept our prayers.*

*excerpted from Ana Bekoach

Jacob’s Ladder

When the heart exults,

let no song be unsung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The soul will rejoice,

although the vision may tarry,

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

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The moon reflects,

the solace of everyone,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The body grounds itself,

chesed v’emes marry,*

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

*Psalm 85:10

Stand with Me

I stand, amidst controversy,

thrive amongst subtleties,

arrange my life accordingly

to the truths that stand on their own.

Standing room only in Heaven,

when the righteous, downtrodden, and marginalized;

misunderstood, voiceless, and persecuted

will enter into their glory.

Will you stand with me?

Forgotten Possibilities

Photo by Donald Giannatti on Unsplash

Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

concretized in time, once a decision’s made.

A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,

in favor of the one, that changes everything.

A blanket of snow in winter, covers

all growth, that has since decayed.

Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;

consolation to the cobwebs of the past.

Summer bears the burden of responsibility,

when all is brought to the light of truth.

In preparation for the autumn leaves,

that will fall gently to the ground.

These natural cycles are determined

by less factors than our own choices.

I was once given “a round tuit,”

a constant reminder of silence.

post corona blues

I have found my niche,
here, at the desk where I sit;
staying connected.

Pixels appear in harmony, arranged as letters in words, forming sentences in scripture, poetry, and essays. Sometimes, appearing as colorful details in art or photography. While outside, according to the news, if I dare to read, it seems there is still no reason or rhyme in the world.

I’ll take my solitude in front of the screen, 12hrsperday, excepting Shabbos, when I seek my connection to G-d. And, the world may continue on its own, for I know that G-d is sovereign; and, despite the appearance of chaos, all is running according to His plan.

There is still a certain feeling, bittersweet in character, that pervades my existence. Unlike most, I have no recourse to seek a “new normal,” beyond my own cozy solitude. I concede, that everything seems to have fallen into place for me, as I sit, study, and pray, while awaiting the new day.