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.

poem: Solace 2

Photo by Maria Krasnova on Unsplash

Like a unicorn in captivity,
I must settle down to this way
of existence for a moment.

No longer free to roam,
outside of my own domain,
nor, wander about in this world.

Explore the confines of silence,
rest in G-d’s protective shadow,
accept my limitations.

In the Garden of Eden,
the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
was explicitly forbidden.

Now,
while sheltering in G-d’s Presence,
I can make recompense
for my transgressions.

And, be content, here,
as Dovid HaMelech was,
like a weaned child.