A Time of Renewal

Rays of the sun follow the dawn

tinting the clouds, pink and blue.

A snapshot of eternity

as manifest in the reality

of an early morning scene

that renders emotions serene.

Tea from the cupboard of life

soothes my soul, minimizes the strife,

that swirls inside of my mind,

bringing comfort in due time.

Reflecting on people and places

missed opportunities and faces;

seems like a universal principle,

that room must be made for the new.

One door closes, and another opens;

as Pesach approaches, the old is removed,

exchanging chometz for matzoh,

bringing renewal to the depths of my soul.

As tears are sanctified by joy,

the troubled years recede into the past,

while the sun rises over Ir HaKodesh

wherein all prayers ascend to G-d.

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Winter Hibernation

I am carried back,

to the ground of my existence,

while snuggled inside this cocoon,

waiting in limbo for the renewal

of my soul to take flight.

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With two feet of snow,

accumulated over the past three days,

this hibernation reminds of quarantine,

when five weeks ago, my soul

shouldered the burden of solitude,

shaking me to the core.

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The sense of existential dread,

that I felt on the last evening,

before my release from captivity,

ensues, like a pivotal experience,

meant to rearrange my days,

into an exploration

of the primordial intuition,

that followed right before dawn,

garnered my attention,

and persists to reshape my identity,

serving as a compass,

pointing in a new direction.

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The Master Artisan

Everything I do is stitched with colors that blend into the tapestry designed by the master artisan, Who weaves, day and night, the dreams that make up our lives. To be in accord with His ways, by adding to the beauty, character, and dimension of the journey, that unfolds in tandem with His plan, the divine blueprint of my life – this takes a listening heart, a humble soul, and an obedience to His will, above and beyond my own.

Yet, dare I let the threads untangle, or willfully take out the stitches already in place, the effort is in vain, and the glory will diminish, rather than remain. Once, at a museum, I stood upon a spiral staircase in awe and wonder at a medieval tapestry on display in a room with a high ceiling, like the scenes of our lives displayed in Heaven.

prosery line in bold: W.S. Merwin, from “Separation”

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Timeless Journey

How can I steer a steady course,

despite the explosions nearby?

L-RD, protect us under the shadow of your wings,

for there is no time to dawdle.

Everything depends upon

prayer, that is tempered by tragedy,

in many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

for, we are pilgrims on this earth.


everything only counts,

amidst the links of time,

wherein ancient dreams careen.

Note to reader: This is a “found poem,” containing the first lines of twelve of my poems from 2022. (If you’d like, see links to peruse each poem).

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The Gleam of Heaven

Like 100,000 suns,

Heaven gleams within

the eyes of the faithful –

it’s light refines the soul

of imperfections and sin,

on the way to Shomayim.

—– —– —–

Do we dare look straight

into the heavenly brilliance?

Only with earthly eyes

will we fail to see its grandeur;

rather, with a pure heart,

we may be granted a vision

within the depths of the mind,

where time and eternity blend.

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Persist in Truth

Everything only counts

amidst the big picture,

from G-d’s point-of-view,

as He looks down from Heaven,

upon mankind gone astray,

having lost our way

amongst the sideways and byways,

leading to dead ends in the labyrinth

of the convoluted lives

that we have created for ourselves.

—– —– —– —– —–

While all the world cries out for peace,

and the need to change the status quo,

the moors of society crumble, because

the central foundations can no longer hold.

—– —– —– —– —–

No news can be trusted, only overshadows

the divine truths already established,

that are diminished from the public arena,

like so many dissenters being cast

into the lion’s den on a continual basis.

—– —– —– —– —–

Rome had its gladiators to entertain,

and its crucifixions to admonish the populace;

today, the woke mob stirs up conflict,

in every arena of society, where

their aim is to cancel the voices

of their opposition, silencing

all who disagree with their tyranny;

yet, as a last recourse,

those who stand for truth,

for the sake of our conscience

must say no to the lies.


Renewal on the Horizon


amidst the broken-down dreams

of a nation bereft of its heritage and pride,

amongst the scattered ruins of a once thriving

society of angels and men, seeking harmony,

lies the spark within, the light of renewal

that will bring home the downtrodden,

who still carry faith in their hearts,

and walk with the strides of righteousness,

alongside the saints of olden times,

who have not forgotten their G-d above,

nor their moral responsibilities below

on an earth that teeters and totters,

reels and shakes from the revolution

of an immense proportion

that spins the globe into chaos.

In the distant future,

when the angels fly overhead,

we will be lifted into the air,

only to be resettled in Paradise.

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Tears Descend

The links of time

are found in the air,

amidst the whispering wind,

and the evanescent dreams

of the angels, echoing our prayers.

These threads of gossamer

are as fragile as the memories

of our ancestors, drifting in the ether,

until they are purified of the hues

of grey, that cloud the minds

of their relatives on the earth.

Spare us from the flames of Gehenna,

in this life and the afterlife, L-rd;

that we may not be inclined

to repeat the sins of our ancestors,

nor, fail to improve ourselves,

while we have the opportunity,

for the dead perform no mitzvoth;

rather, they are only subject

to the heavenly court,

for what can no longer be undone.

May the upper waters

refresh our tired souls,

like the tears of Heaven,

falling upon the penitent.

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