Seek the Light

Broken unity,

echoes across time,

down through the ages,

as darkness covers this world;

we yearn for reconciliation.

As the day draws near,

our tears become crystal clear,

for the redemption is at hand,

and all across the land,

the fissures of the earth are healed,

as the names of the faithful are sealed,

in G-d’s handwriting, with love,

as we look to the skies Above.

Broken unity, fractured souls,

before darkness takes its toll,

we seek the light, mend our ways.

For we know the day will arrive,

when the dead will arise,

and death itself will be

swallowed up in victory.


Scarce clouds in the sky today,

wisping across a blue canvas.

A glint of light upon a metallic object,

that passes into a lone cumulus.

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From my vantage point in a sailboat,

alone on the lake at summer camp,

the object remains hidden within the cloud;

it does not reappear on the other side.

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Saucers in the sky, gathering together

at the end of history when the rapture

is expected to occur across the world.

Is the remnant being flown home?

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Or will angels collect the elect,

from the four corners of the earth,

and bring them to the promised land?

We will not need spaceships,

because our bodies are spirit.

This song haunted me from my youth, until I learned the truth.

note: This poem is a polemic; in particular, a response to the imaginative scenarios in Neil Young’s After the Gold Rush, written after he had read a screenplay of the same title. Having grown up ignorant of the plan from Above, as recorded in kitvei kodesh (holy scripture), it was easy for me to fall into daydreaming about the possibilities mentioned in the song. Yet, scripture has provided me with greater clarity, concerning the aharit hayamim (end of days). I left the question somewhat open, for the sake of the reader, to ponder upon for oneself.


Ordinariness is plain and simple, calm and pleasant, placid and unperturbable. “If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there; if I make my bed in hell, thou art there” (Psalm 139:8). Yet, when I take a walk around the block to get some fresh air, and clear my thoughts, it seems like within the ordinariness, G-d is present everywhere.

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


“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.


“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.

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Only our refusal to receive

from the eternal faucet of Spirit,

will limit Your chesed

in our lives.


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.


°Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

*Rush, Free Will


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.