With all of my focus on Shomayim,
daily, I will dwell in eternal joy.
No time on earth to make a fuss
about the trivial nonsense of the world,
nor ignore the inevitable,
unfolding of prophecy.
Yet, to stand up for the truth,
is a poet’s toil and obligation,
if one dares to become
a voice for the voiceless
a heart for the heartless,
and a light for souls
living in darkness.
At the edge of the sea
a lighthouse sends out its message,
warning nearby ships of the dangerous rocks.
A canary in the coal mine serves
as an indicator of impending doom.
So, too, words that seek to transcend
the crises of an ever-expansive
universe set in motion long ago,
will guide the weary traveler,
under the stars, home.