Out of the silence of the heart,

patience is born, derived from

the eternal nature of the soul.

Patience blooms best in silence;

when the heart becomes still,

the entirety of the soul listens.

The fertile void of the moment,

births words of truth spoken,

within the heart of silence.

The soul that is present, here

in a moment of time, is waiting

to hear the footsteps of Messiah.

Redemption is at hand for all

who are able to acknowledge

the potential of every moment.

poem: Tapestry

Shall I aspire to a literary career?
I asked myself, many years ago.
While sitting in poetry classes,
presented with a variety of voices,
hoping to find my own voice.

Years later, challenged from Above,
to shift my vision, from the worldly views
of the classroom setting, to the supernal realm
of my heritage, my people, my G-d.

Yet, all things have their purpose,
in time with the rhyme of the seasons
of life, like threads in a tapestry,
weaved into a unique pattern,
for a divine purpose unknown to us.

Everything comes full circle,
as my friend would say with a smile,
bringing the frayed ends of our lives together,
and, permitting us to start anew,
with a clearer view of the tapestry.