Wake up to the truth, grant awareness to thyself. The will of the Maker is done each and every morning under the sun.
Without the wisdom from Above, our eyesight will dim over the years, and eyes squint in the morning light; yet, in anticipation of the renewal of the earth we wait, renewed not by the hands of man – rather, from Heaven’s glance.
Let me see the continuity of Your blessings bestowed upon the land, as the rejuvenation of the planet occurs, guided by Your divine will, the waters glistening on the surface, the trees nourished by rich soil that springs up in the deserts when all of creation is healed.
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.
Oh, ruinous soul, shall you continue in your negativity? The threads are bare, exposing your despair, consuming even the sparks of hope, that need time to be fanned into flames of promise for renewal in your life.
—– —– —– —– —– What of strife? It serves no purpose, unless transcended when the challenge is met. What of worldly comfort? (Never to be of avail to the uncomfortability of a restless soul). What of love? That can only flourish in a heart transformed by G-d alone.