Soul Renewal

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 said,

I request of you, your all.

(warning: violence)

(coronation scene)


Biding my time,
finding my way,
seeking the sublime,
en route to a brighter day.

Looking toward caelum,
in expectation of Moshiach,
Who from the angelic realm,
descends to avail us.

Awaiting the final hour,
when the veil will be lifted,
let our faces not be dour,
for we have truly been gifted.

And, if compelled to do more,
than gazing heavenward,
let us guard the days of yore,
with the intention to one day soar.

For only then, at that time,
will our dreams be realized;
everything concealed will finally be
revealed as we rise into the sky.

The Time is Now

As the Geulah approaches,

the wise will be wary of the final day.

Time will seem to cease for a moment,

as we transition into Olam Haba.

Like a horseman riding in the night,

light steadily approaching, at dawn,

so will be the rider in the midst of the clouds,

with the host of the L-RD.

When all the foundations

will tremble upon the earth,

quake with fear, men will,

you’ll see, unfortunately.

And, the silence of the heavens,

will send ripples out in the water;

proof of this is found in the future,

in far away places, down under.

Estimate the time of arrival,

if you can, my friend;

not even the angels know,

the exact day or hour.

dVerse prompt

Kol haTor

“The blossoms have appeared in the land, the time of pruning has come; the song of the turtledove is heard in our land.” – Song of Songs 2:12, JPS 1985 Tanach

The Geulah arrives,

sanctification begins –

the dross is removed.

The turning point is at hand, when all across the land, the refugees will return to their homeland. Come one and all into the Promised Land, that has been reserved for you until this time in history, as the renewal begins. Not without strife and turmoil, nor without the challenges of a lifetime, for we must prevail against the tides of change in this world, in order to enter the next unscathed. With our souls still intact, we will outlast the devastation upon the earth, that will continue to take a toll on mankind. Arise, arise look within, and begin to make the journey.

Six thousand years of history, sifting through the narrow pathway of an hourglass, as if time is reckoned a thousand years, like a day, in G-d’s eyes. Upon entering eternity, our tears will become streams of life-giving waters, flowing underneath the palace of the King. Upon the creation of the new heavens and earth, all that troubled us before the Redemption shall be forgotten, like feathers floating to earth, re-collected to form a great-winged malach, rising up out of the ashes of yesterday, and the decay of a seedling, planted with the Kingdom in mind.

Our Hope

Ribon HaOlamim,

Master of the Worlds,

look down upon your children,

and hear our plea, for the sake of peace,

amongst Your diverse Creation.

You are One, and Your Name is One:

yet, not until the Day of Reckoning,

will this be realized in our hearts.

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In hope, in fulfillment of all

that is promised to Your people,

we cast our eyes above, towards You,

in recognition of Your awesome holiness,

and in acknowledgment of our

human weaknesses and pettiness.

Bestow Your light upon us,

and hearken to our prayers.

Illusive Future

The trees bow down in the wind toward the Unseen One, Who waits patiently to reclaim His Kingdom. All G-d’s creatures yearn with intense expectation for the arrival of the King, who will renew all of the Earth. Yet, the nations continue in their obstinacy, to create a New Babylon, irrespective of the Original Architect of the World, and His divine blueprint. Where will these efforts lead?

I, for one, have no illusion about the future. Talk what you please, of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow;* however, I know that it is always darkest before the dawn. So, while the world prepares for future calamities, as if mankind can buffer itself against the inevitable, and survive by creating a technological utopia, I will continue to pray, hope, and dream of the only true solution on the horizon at dawn upon the King’s arrival.

*courtesy of Christine Rossetti, from the poem Daughter of Eve

Ebbing Tides

Caught up in the rising storm,

cast down simultaneously to the ground.

Lifted up, by what cause? Unknown –

gently floating back to earth.

A life of death and rebirth,

a knowing glance from my savior.

All is at rest, in the arms of the L-rd,

cradled by the flowing winds.

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The mountains assert themselves,

claiming the forests as their possession,

treating living things like timber,

made to procure a manmade paradise.

The truth cannot be censured,

as long as there will remain

a single heart, beating in this country,

for the sake of all mankind.

As Heaven looks down upon us,

we will be guided into the Light;

as darkness encompasses the land,

we’ll always have Him as a friend.

Dawn arrives serene

"Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee; hide thyself for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast." - Isaiah 26:20, JPS 1917 Tanach

The final dawn arrives to bring

a hopeful message tinged with joy,

compels the soul to lift on high

the weary eyes above the sky.

Until that day, I’ll hide away,

and bide my time, making rhyme,

behind the screen of inner space,

where no one sees my hidden face.

I’ll greet the dawn with praise and song,

without the slightest sound of alarm,

resting in my safest haven,

and in anticipation sing.

The veil will part in sky and heart,

revealing all to glorify the One,

Who in Heaven’s Highest Abode,

sends blessings from His treasure trove.



Poems for Ukraine

Cold railing on platform,

separates us, as tears flow,

behind window of train.

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Debris, scattered everywhere,

as if a fanfare of wind and tempest

blew through the city, proclaiming

the acharis hayomim.

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No one is here to witness,

the empty streets, and silent buildings;

while we shelter beneath the earth,

huddled together in blankets.

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In the not-so-distant past,

we were deported for our faith,

endless tracks led nowhere.

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In the not-so-distant tomorrow,

we will be praying for the light of redemption,

when darkness covers the land.

The Way of Hope

Take note of my story, for future generations dear reader. Take heart at the uplifting tale that I will bring to your ears. For over the years, my words will fade into oblivion, as the boots march onward into history, trampling upon all that came before the inversion of truth. Woe unto them that call darkness light, and light darkness; blessed are they who seek restoration.

I wandered lonely as a cloud, my footsteps tracing upon the earth, what would otherwise have been the shadow of the cloud following me overhead. Across the generations, my people have endured, beyond the pale of jurisdiction, what may seem impossible to endure. The Source of our strength sustains us, beyond what we are able to sustain on our own. Only by divine decree, have we continued to flourish across the centuries, despite the intentions of our enemies.