“Only Good to Israel”
I wanted to see, to know, to rise—
To tear through heaven with open eyes.
But the Light whispered, “Close them tight,
Walk blind through My endless night.”
I clawed for wisdom, begged for flame,
But found myself naked, without a name.
My crown fell off, my throne was dust,
And all I had left was simple trust.
The proud heart screams, “I must understand!”
But the pure one kneels, empty hand in hand.
To shrink is to live, to fall is to grow,
To be nothing is all the Light will bestow.
Israel—Yashar-El, straight to the core,
But only when “I” is no more.
The head becomes holy when bent to the floor,
And the mind turns flesh when the stone beats sore.
This path breaks men who wish to shine,
It grinds the gold till only love’s refined.
We walk on glass, yet call it sweet—
Each wound a prayer beneath His feet.
He takes the heart of stone, still warm,
And molds it through storm after storm.
Till flesh remembers how to feel,
Till silence becomes the highest appeal.
So curse me low, Creator dear,
Burn every pride I hold near.
Strip me down to Israel bare—
A soul that knows You’re everywhere.
And when I am dust, without a plan,
Let me whisper, “Now I understand.
The good was not in what I knew—
But in being nothing... before You.”
