From His perspective,
everything begins to shift into place;
yet, all appears as chaos to our eyes.
We are granted only a fraction
of understanding of His master plan;
our comprehension, is like viewing
the back of a tapestry, obscure,
until all is revealed.
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note t0 reader: poem by Tzvi Fievel
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Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch me if I fall,
except the One, that I met,
to Whom I’ve given my all.
Renewal of the soul,
at the beginning of the day,
quieting of the mind,
as the light fades away.
Nighttime brings its own song,
in sync with the rhythm of the heart,
reflects upon all that we long for,
dreaming of a new start.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch me if I fall,
except the One, that I met,
to Whom I’ve given my all.
Every year, the world’s tears flow
like rain from unfamiliar clouds,
until, at the first light of dawn,
we hear Your voice call us home.
Upon the wings of eagles we glide,
in time with the prophetic cue,
brought to the place where we will reside,
in our hearts, singing a new tune.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch us if we fall,
except the One, Whom we’ve met,
and given to Him our all.
As nations gather together for war,
we will rise above all the flames,
in search of the world no man can char,
the Kingdom that fell is risen again.
One vision to guide us
through the darkness of the land,
One truth to abide in,
as we perceive His guiding hand.
Livin’ life without a net,
who’s to catch us if we fall,
except the One, Who calls out,
I request of you, your all.
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Somewhere,
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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We are pilgrims on this earth,
like our father, Abraham –
destined to wander, with a purpose,
only to be realized in Olam Haba.
While here,
amongst the thicket’s
tangle that ensnares the soul,
relief is at hand, before
the darkness takes its toll.
The muddied waters
will turn crystal clear,
and cloudy skies reveal the sun,
concealed behind a veil
of tears, washing gently down
from the face of G-d.
Joy, will pour forth
from the fountain of salvation,
at the heart of Israel –
as we make our way home
to the land of our forefathers,
where the Kingdom will shine
forth like 10,000 suns.
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