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)

The Soul’s Beloved

L-rd, you safeguarded my soul,

even in the midst of the darkness

that seemed to consume my life,

at the time when all was lost.

Draw your servant out of the darkness,

and into the light of your sacred intentions,

that I may know what Your design is

for my soul to flourish in this world,

and the World-to-Come.

Rescue me from the fire and ice,

so that I may be free to breathe fresh air,

unhindered by the mire,

where I had previously sunk.

That every day may be

an opportunity for renewal,

as I climb higher on the divine ladder,

between Earth and Heaven.

Gliding and Abiding

The haimishe coziness

of the evening settles,

upon the greenery of the park,

as the empyrean sky lifts up the stars –

reminders of G-d’s luminous heavens.

In Shomayim, the angels prepare

for their nightly round of singsong,

in honor of the Creator, Who glances

everywhere in one moment.

All is well until the dawn,

when the day begins again,

as promised; yet, without human foreknowledge

of what there is to encounter out there.

My kavannah is nurtured,

by the waxing and waning of the moon,

the ebb and flow of the Universe,

the wabi sabi of G-d’s creation,

as I greet every morning,

with my own song to the L-rd.

My derech, my raison d’etre, my ikigai

is written in the palms of my hand,

and the words of my prayers.

My focus and intent,

is to start the day

balanced, centered,

and in alignment

with my purpose.

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dVerse prompt

Tears Descend

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.

dVerse prompt

The Fourth Watch

Now is the time when the heartbeat

of the earth can be heard in the silence,

and the Spirit of G-d hovers over Creation.

I imagine, being alone in His Presence,

except for the scattered souls, who are also awake

in the early morning, to commune with G-d.

The forests outside of town seem closer,

as if their silence pervades the rest of the landscape;

time is suspended in the tranquil moment,

and space seems balanced on the earth’s axis.

Blissful peace sweeps through the trees,

like a wind that originates from heaven,

whispering words to accompany

the ethereal music of the stars.

As dawn approaches,

a calmness soothes the soul,

knowing that I am prepared

to face the new day.

earthweal prompt

Seeking Him

Give thanks to His name,

despite everything that seems to be in disarray.

Proclaim His acts across the land,

and offer a helping hand,

to those in need.

Sing words of praise to Him,

even when things do not appear to be going well.

Play music in His honor,

and in the splendor of holiness,

worship Him.

Let your heart rejoice

in the provision of the L-RD,

for His grace abounds,

and the level of His mercy

cannot be found out.

Always search out the L-RD,

and seek His countenance,

a refuge in the storms of life,

a guide to all your challenges

along the way home.

The Blessed Rain

The month of Tammuz,
as the summer approaches,
brings trepidation.

Summer rains are welcome, especially because of the Pipeline Fire, still burning six miles north of Flagstaff, Arizona. A blessing, indeed, to notice the rainfall, a few days ago, on the Sabbath, while I was facilitating services at shul. There are large glass windows inside of the sanctuary; although, I did not turn my head away from the prayerbook in front of me on the wooden podium. Both rabbis were out of town; and, I thought to best concentrate to the extreme, instead of drawing attention away from the prayers. Yet, I could hear the downpour as I was singing; and, I smiled silently to myself, within my heart. Soon, the month of Tammuz will bring the beginning of a three week mourning period, for the destruction of the Beis Hamikdash, both the first and second Temples that were burned down to the ground in Yerushalayim.

dVerse prompt

Falling Upright

“A righteous man falleth seven times, and riseth up again.”

– Proverbs 24:16, JPS 1917 Tanach

From these dizzying heights,

looking down upon others,

I know that I cannot maintain

my balance upon this pedestal.

For, one slip of the foot

will bring me down to earth;

and, perhaps spark a rebirth,

as I climb up the ladder again.

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Yet, this time,

not upon my own strength alone,

will I ascend closer to the realm

of sanctity amongst humanity,

lifted up out of the mire.

Upon the wings of angels,

will I be supported, upon these rungs,

making my way, His way,

as I begin to see the light.

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