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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We are pilgrims on this earth,
like our father, Abraham –
destined to wander, with a purpose,
only to be realized in Olam Haba.
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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