poem: Exalted

Every morning,I attempt to serve You anew.Silent calm, and tranquil,when an unbroken chain of avodahprevails, and, I see only You. At other times,I search for validationin a world of darkness,blinded by my own ignorance. What sparks within my soul remainuntainted by the vanitiesof Olam HaZeh (This World)?Is there an opportunity for redemptionin every moment? LearningContinue reading “poem: Exalted”