Connect the dots
between your values and emotions,
making a string of your deeds,
in alignment with the seeds
of renewal and rebirth,
storing gems in heaven,
for all to see, like the stars
that light up the nighttime sky.
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note to reader: poem by a human being
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Laziness is a foe,
that takes its toll in due time,
when regret seeps into the mind,
for not having done what is primary.
Like a shadow, always tugging at the sleeve,
reminding of what was neglected.
When will I get a-round to it?
A musical enterprise,
spanning out across the cosmos,
the ethereal songs of the stars,
unwavering in their praise
of the Creator.
We mimic their tribute
to the Almighty,
serving to uplift souls on earth,
who aspire to draw close
to the One True G-d.
The recalcitrance
of the heart of Pharaoh,
his refusal to acknowledge G-d,
shook him to the marrow,
as the hail descended.
The miraculous nature of fire within ice,
wreaked havoc on the land
and briefly brought him to his senses;
this was G-d’s hand.
Like 100,000 suns,
Heaven gleams within
the eyes of the faithful –
it’s light refines the soul
of imperfections and sin,
on the way to Shomayim.
—– —– —–
Do we dare look straight
into the heavenly brilliance?
Only with earthly eyes
will we fail to see its grandeur;
rather, with a pure heart,
we may be granted a vision
within the depths of the mind,
where time and eternity blend.
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Oh, to be as bold as a lion,
when I wake in the morning
with a roar instead of a yawn.
Receiving what the day will bring,
to my attention as I sing out,
in solemn gratitude, modeh ani,
for my soul restored anew.
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You make all things new;
even when our sight is dim,
and we cannot regain what is true,
for, we hear a bas kol, calling us again,
at the renewal of each and every day,
like Israel camped out on the land
who responded na’aseh v’nishmah,
“we will do, and we will understand.”
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How can I steer a steady course,
toward Your benevolence and kindness?
Only by giving the helm
to Your guidance and direction.
How can I remain on the path
toward Your promises?
Only by fixing my gaze upon You,
rather than on this world.
—– —– —– —–
And, yet, if I am fortunate,
Your gaze also rests upon me.
For, how can I maintain
this grace bestowed upon me,
except to receive what You give?
And, how can I obtain peace of mind,
except to give of myself to others?
—– —– —– —–
For You have shown us the way,
through Your attributes of mercy,
that are freely given at Your discretion,
despite our lack of merit.
And, You are the first and the last,
Your presence will rest upon Israel.
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“There shall no evil come to thee: nor shall the scourge come near thy dwelling.” – Psalm 91:10
No longer driven this way and that,
because we are given the blessing of adaptability
in times of war, when all appears lost.
And, in times of peace as well,
in our homes, and when all alone,
to remember our brethren and kin,
when we have no one to tell
our troubles to except for G-d.
The memories of ashes, everywhere,
like dust in the currents of wind,
that shift across the ages.
Yet, renewal is at hand,
across this war-torn land,
when we turn to the One above,
Who can reconcile our lives to Himself,
and absolve our sins of indifference
to both G-d and mankind.
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The links of time
are found in the air,
amidst the whispering wind,
and the evanescent dreams
of the angels, echoing our prayers.
These threads of gossamer
are as fragile as the memories
of our ancestors, drifting in the ether,
until they are purified of the hues
of grey, that cloud the minds
of their relatives on the earth.
Spare us from the flames of Gehenna,
in this life and the afterlife, L-rd;
that we may not be inclined
to repeat the sins of our ancestors,
nor, fail to improve ourselves,
while we have the opportunity,
for the dead perform no mitzvoth;
rather, they are only subject
to the heavenly court,
for what can no longer be undone.
May the upper waters
refresh our tired souls,
like the tears of Heaven,
falling upon the penitent.
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