The Soul’s Beloved

L-rd, you safeguarded my soul,

even in the midst of the darkness

that seemed to consume my life,

at the time when all was lost.

Draw your servant out of the darkness,

and into the light of your sacred intentions,

that I may know what Your design is

for my soul to flourish in this world,

and the World-to-Come.

Rescue me from the fire and ice,

so that I may be free to breathe fresh air,

unhindered by the mire,

where I had previously sunk.

That every day may be

an opportunity for renewal,

as I climb higher on the divine ladder,

between Earth and Heaven.

Searching Beyond Here


humanity is, gazing,

out into the stars, across the years.

Yearning, for more than can meet the eye,

beyond the tears of yesteryears,

and higher than the skies.

Looking, for the hidden treasure

at the end of the rainbow,

we miss the mark everyday.

As the turning point approaches,

within our own hearts, we must decide,

whether to embrace the truth within,

where the Kingdom of G-d resides,

or enslave ourselves to the perpetual pursuit

of a human made modern-day utopia,

a never-ending process of changing the world,

while ignoring the original blueprint of the design.

If we embrace our conscience,

we will be lead back to the Garden of Eden;

yet, if we integrate the ideological constructs

of this pseudo-morality into our lives,

then, we will be led astray by the serpent,

and assimilated into the collective.

We would be wise to renew our own souls,

instead of pointing the blame at society;

to lift up our gaze to the heavens,

rather than squinting our eyes at others.

Regaining our humanity begins

with an individual commitment

to live in harmony with ourselves,

and the intentions of the Designer,

by acceding to His will,

instead of our own.

Heavenly Sight

Flowers for the eye of the beholder to treasure,

while temporarily visiting the unseen world,

as described in a near-death experience,

of someone who was given a second chance.

Imagine seeing heavenly light gleaming

upon a panorama of uniquely designed flora,

not otherwise seen anywhere on this planet.

Wouldn’t this pique your interest,

and, fill you with a sense of wonder?

The Afterlife may beckon inquiry;

yet, to those who have been granted

a glimpse of this world,

on the other side of existence,

a favorable impression of waits ahead,

will motivate the soul,

when returned to the body,

to live a better life,

and share one’s best intentions

with the rest of Creation.

poetry prompt from Eugi’s Causerie

Hidden Serenity

Searching for solitude,

in between the raindrops,

plummeting down from the skies,

through the forest canopy,

making their way, into the earth.

Nourishment for the soul

is found within the silent cadences

of a quiet nighttime scene.

Serene is the heart,

enveloped in its own joy,

sanctioned from on High,

where the angels fly,

silently on their missions,

bringing comfort and solace

to the contrite of heart.

Transcend the Grey

I have no concern for my social reputation,

nor group membership, as a form of status;

shall I live amidst the lies of a nation

that refuses to honor its own conscience?

Dreams, visions, and aspirations assail me,

like alternative realities, begging to be heard,

before being cast out of the dreamscape,

by the spiritual dream police.

If you desire to live free, in a world

constrained by the narrative norm,

where a myriad of colors are being reduced to proletarian grey,

then seek to transcend the common frames of reference,

in search for the truths that cannot be undone,

you will find your way amidst the media fray,

to a brighter day, where all of the sunflowers

point unmistakably to the sun.

Environs Aware

Environmental policy, earth-based mentality,
Teilhardian views, and shape-shifting hues,
all contribute to a growing concern amongst us,
while the earth spins, and all of creation groans
within for a solution to what appears inevitable –
from the cradle of civilization until the current time,
the question remains, has our stewardship refrained
from maintaining our very own life-support system?

If we are actually approaching the brink of a turning point,

necessary for the continuation of the human species on earth,

then, how shall we measure the distance that exists, 

between our fears, and what we perceive as an undisputed reality?

If we only look at one side of the coin, so to speak,

emphasizing the negative, the dulled images on the obverse

of what used to shine brilliantly, when freshly minted,

then we may be compelled to attribute the losses,

to the usual suspects, without acknowledging the deeper truths.

Hidden within the subways of our mind, and the freeways

of the allotted time that we each are given upon this earth,

are the spaces and moments, the places of potential rest,

and meaningful relaxation, that can refresh our outlook,

and revive our souls, perhaps, in time to start anew,

and recalibrate our internal locus of control;

lest we give away our all, to help build

a modern-day Tower of Babel, hand in hand,

despite the falling of that past Biblical enterprise into inactivity,

when G-d’s hand from Above disrupted their ingenuity,

and scattered their plans in the wind.

earthweal prompt

Visions of Hope

When the past disappears into the future,

the present is at stake, for the past is nearly forgotten;

and, the future of the world is only held together by a thread,

woven throughout the tapestry of the ages.

The axis of the earth cannot hold steady,

under the pressure of the decrees made from heaven;

as the angels standby on alert for their rescue mission,

preparing to place a seal on all who will remain steadfast.

Carry us away, to the distant land of our dreams,

the places in our minds, given to us in visions;

steeped in Your words, as we watch prophecy unfold,

we remain ready to step into the light of Your countenance.

Carry us away, upon the wings of Your angels,

lift us up above our fears, and bring us home;

to the place where we have always longed for,

the place where we truly belong.

Where the angels roam within the recesses of Your courts

and frequent the corridors of Your palatial buildings;

home, wherein we will find solace for our souls,

bathed in the light of eternity, emanating from Your Temple.

Eleventh Hour

Testing area, proving ground, ultrasound,

revealing the difference between ourselves,

and who we will become in a world unbound.

As humankind approaches the final page,

in the Book of Life recorded by the Sage,

and heard by all who climb the divine ladder,

G-d will guide us along the way to freedom,

while encouraging us to not stand idle,

as the lies of man are piled high as the sky,

darkly looming over the earth’s populace;

our redemption arrives at the break of dawn.

dVerse prompt


I recently happened to hear,

a voice adrift in the far corner

of the cyberspace world,

hidden in the remote regions

of an otherwise unknown facet

0f the internet, remotely resembling

a familiar sounding pattern of speech –

it was my own.


the inevitable has occurred,

a blurring of the boundaries

between man and machine,

a fusion of the realms

of consciousness and A.I.;

or, I have simply been spending

too much time in front the screen.

Yet, there has been a certain

sort of consolation, knowing,

I can always turn toward my pc

as a portal into a world

that is at once, outside

of my immediate surroundings,

and, yet, inside of my private space,

namely, my place of residence,

that has served as a cave of refuge,

and a sacred sanctuary,

for my weary soul.

For the song that inspired this poem click here.

For the full range of possibilities, and complete gamut of material that I have been able to accomplish while sitting in front of the screen, click here.

alternate version of song, click here.