Jacob’s Ladder

When the heart exults,

let no song be unsung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

~~~~~

The soul will rejoice,

although the vision may tarry,

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

~~~~~

The moon reflects,

the solace of everyone,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

~~~~~

The body grounds itself,

chesed v’emes marry,*

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

*Psalm 85:10

Lattice

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.”

– Song of Songs 2:9, JPS 1917 Tanach

The beloved peers through the lattice,

that we place between ourselves and G-d.

He wonders how to reach our souls,

so fettered with the wonders of the world.

If only he could be spotted outside

of our cluttered households,

seen through the window of our minds,

and past our preconceptions of divinity.

Make room, clear out the house

where you reside, sheltered from the Unknown.

Breathe in, the fresh outdoor air,

where the beloved waits for you.

And, together, hand in hand,

proceed to the Promised Land.

For when all is said and done

in this life, we fly with angels

to the House of the Beloved.

Healing Balm

You are the light, that resides bright,
in my heart, I keep you in sight;
waiting each day, for your great might
to heal earth’s blight, to heal earth’s blight.

My own afflictions, are in need
of healing balm from Gilead;
shine your light on Zion, my G’d,
we will concede, we will concede.

Seeing that You, beyond the sky,
hear our prayers, upon our cry;
we beckon You, with heavy sigh,
quickly comply, quickly comply.

Soon to relieve, our sad duress,
grant us access, when we confess;
speak words of health, may we be blessed,
good bye to stress, good bye to stress.

These seeds in earth, are sown to grow,
sprout with care, even in shadow;
wounded when torn, return to glow.
let healing flow, let healing flow.

Fountain

“For with Thee is the fountain of life.”

– Psalm 36:10, JPS 1917 Tanach

An ever-flowing,

effervescent stream,

silently, empties itself

into every clay vessel,

filling us with all

that we may drink in,

from the Source of life.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Only our refusal to receive

from the eternal faucet of Spirit,

will limit Your chesed

in our lives.

Choices

To try, or not to try, that is the question.
No, do or do not, there is no try.°
Yet, I feel so hesitant about making a choice.
If you do not choose, you still have made a choice.*
My voice fails me; I no longer have words to speak.
Give your will a voice. Find strength within.
My will is weak. Strengthen me, master.
The Force will strengthen you.

G-d will strengthen you, my child.
Father, I feel so weak. Temptation abounds.
Let His will for you, be your own.
My voice falters, my words are diminished as I speak.
His words are greater than our words, my son.
I can hardly choose the right path, nor find my way.
The way is narrow, and the path is straight.
Then, I will try to make my way through the darkness.
If you try, then He will meet you halfway.

credits:

°Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

*Rush, Free Will

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.

Blue Calling

Blue is the color of techeles:
sky blue, looking down from Shomayim.
The ocean, likened unto Torah
flows within our veins,
whether recognized or not,
sometimes, only latent.

Until some rich experience,
a wake up call orchestrated
from He Who sits upon His throne
in His place (makom) gestures,
in a way that the designated angel
understands, and makes its way
to place the holy intuition
within the mind of one
who will be born anew,
as if he always knew
his origin, roots, and mission.

Reflections

I brush the small black spiders

out of my hair in the morning.

These creatures of death seek to retire

between the crevices underneath the baseboards.

My sleepy yawns echo

against the pile of broken bones in the corner,

remnants of my body that cried out in woe,

that broke when I fell upon this stone.

The rays of the sun glisten

upon the airborne dust.

The path of the sun hastens;

I glimpse a view of its brilliance.

The light through the window is golden.

The clarity of my mind is restored.

My tsedokah requests are overflowing,

I have to swim through envelopes to find the door.

Outside, the ice clings to pine needles,

dew covers the hidden manna on the lawn.

The sun’s brilliant rays melt the icicles,

water droplets combine with the dew as one.

I collect the manna – tastes like parfait on my tongue.

A gentle rain from above cleanses my sin.

Ahead of me is a land flowing with milk and honey;

above me is the Star of Jacob, my only kin.

This poem was written circa 2010, for a university poetry class, that was essentially a poetry workshop format. The class was divided in half; each week, half of the class would present poems. This poem was part of a three poem series. Each student’s series was read by the other students prior to class. The class would select one of the three poems to be read. When I presented, the entire class unanimously declared, Reflections as the poem to be read.

Being Human

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This being human is

more of a responsibility than a freedom,

in need of a guidebook, not carte blanche;

we are not left alone in the playground of the world,

our Father in Heaven watches over us from Above.

Sometimes, forgetfulness seeps into my mind,

even while I try my best to follow the rules;

brings me back to basics, every now and then,

hopeful to find inspiration in the written word.

Ignorance of the divine blueprint of life,

brought me into conflict with my soul;

yet, I learned after enduring much strife,

that following G-d’s will is the key to the whole.

A life in pursuit of worldly bliss,

is best challenged by a desire to seek;

the path for a purpose in life will eclipse

the tendency towards natural instinct.

Lattice

“He looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.”

– Song of Songs 2:9, JPS 1917 Tanach

A glimpse of the Shechinah, within her castle,

as she peers out on occasion during the day;

is this not the goal of all mystics, who seek

only to find for a moment, this brief reward?

Yet, modernity closes in upon the opportunity,

to gaze in peace and silence, to wonder

at all that is sublime within G-d’s creation,

progressively curtailed in Babylon.