Because You Led Us to Them

Creator, how could we ever repay

The ones You placed along our way?

When we were sleeping, deaf and blind,

You sent us teachers for our time.

Baal HaSulam tore the heavens wide,

And laid the wisdom at our side.

Through pain and struggle, year by year,

He wrote the path and made it clear.

He didn't write for wealth or fame,

He wrote to set our hearts aflame.

He gave his life so we could see

The road from self to unity.

Then Rabash came and showed us how—

Not someday, brothers. Here and now.

Annul yourself. Embrace the friend.

Begin again, and then again.

He showed us love is not a word,

Not some sweet bullshit we have heard.

Love is the work when ego screams—

To choose the friends above our dreams.

Then Rav Laitman took their flame,

And carried forward in their name.

Day after day, through thick and thin,

He points us toward the work within.

No promises of easy roads.

No pretty lies to lighten loads.

Just: Find the Ten. Connect. Unite.

And there you'll find the upper Light.

Creator—

Of everything that You could give,

You showed us why we're here to live.

You woke a hunger deep inside,

Then placed these teachers as our guide.

So what damn words could ever do

To give sufficient thanks to You?

For Baal HaSulam.

For Rabash.

For Rav.

For every word that broke our heart,

Then showed us where the work must start.

We owe them more than words can say.

We owe them how we live each day.

And if one day we reach that place

Where hatred disappears through grace,

Where every heart becomes as one—

We'll know exactly where it begun:

The Creator woke us from our sleep—

And gave us teachers we could keep.

They gave us everything they knew.

Now let our lives say:

THANK YOU.

WIthout the Friends

 

Without the Friends

Alone I walk in circles,

Convinced that I can see,

But without the love of friends,

There is no path for me.

The friend becomes my lifeline,

The Ten becomes my ground,

For when we rise together,

The Creator can be found.

This world is torn by hatred,

By every selfish end,

But every wound can start to heal

When stranger becomes friend.

So we cannot sit in silence,

While the world is torn apart,

We have to teach connection—

From heart to human heart.

No speeches filled with bullshit,

No promises from above—

The greatest thing that we can hold

Is one another's love.

Your Desire Becomes Mine

YOUR DESIRE BECOMES MINE

I looked at you and saw a friend,

But never knew where you begin,

I carried mine, you carried thine,

Until your desire became mine.

What troubles you, what makes you ache,

What burden can I help you take?

Can I use this heart of mine,

To carry yours along with mine?

But there I find a wall inside,

The Will to Receive that wants to hide,

It asks me, “What is there for me?”

And builds a wall where love should be.

I push against it, try once more,

But cannot open up the door,

And through my failure I finally see,

The strength I need won't come from me.

So from the heart a prayer will rise,

No empty words, no compromise,

“Creator, help me cross this line,

Let his desire become as mine.”

For every friend contains a part,

Of that one broken, shattered heart,

And piece by piece we reunite,

Until one Kli can hold the Light.

So let me hear what friends reveal,

Not only listen—but learn to feel,

For when your need becomes as mine,

Our hearts can turn toward the Divine. 

“The Ladder He Left Behind.”

 Baal HaSulam lived a difficult life

Filled with trouble, pain and strife

Yet through it all he found a way

To bring the wisdom to our day

He saw a world consumed by hate

And knew mankind could not just wait

He knew the answer had to be

For man to rise above the me

To join together heart to heart

For this is where the work must start

He showed us how to organize

How through the friends a man can rise

How ten can gather and become

As if the many were but one

He worked and wrote both day and night

To open for us the path to Light

Not for riches, not for fame

Not so the world would know his name

But for the souls who someday might

Need his words to find the Light

His troubles came, his hardships grew

Still he continued what he knew

For somewhere deep within his heart

He knew his writings were a start

A road for those who came behind

A way for mankind to finally find

That all the hatred we must rise above

And build between us only love

Baal HaSulam has gone away

Yet still his words are here today

And every time the Ten becomes one

The work he started carries on

Whatever Happened to Love

 

Whatever happened to love
We only see hatred and self-love
We forgot that showing hate, killing and greed
Weakens a nation and causes it to bleed

Whatever happened to brother helping brother
When did we stop caring for one another
When did another man's pain become not our concern
How much must we lose before we finally learn

We point our fingers and choose a side
While hatred slowly eats us from inside
We fight over who is wrong and who is right
While forgetting we are all standing in the same Light

A nation is not made strong by hate
Nor by deciding another man's fate
It grows strong when its people understand
That we rise together, hand in hand

For what good is wealth if our hearts become cold
What good is power when our brothers are sold
What good is winning if humanity must pay
And another piece of love disappears every day

We were never meant to live this way
Fighting each other day after day
We were given each other so we might see
That your life is connected to me

Perhaps that is what we have forgotten
Beneath everything spoiled and rotten
That the Creator gave us one another
Not as strangers, not as enemies—but as brothers

So before we speak another word of hate
Before another wound becomes too great
Maybe it is time we finally rise above

And remember...

Whatever happened to
LOVE

— William S. Becker

In Times of Despair

 In Times of Despair

In times of despair,

One must always be aware

Of the enemy that wants him removed,

From the path where love is proved.

It whispers, “Leave, you don’t belong,”

It makes the friends seem weak and wrong.

It takes one thought and makes it grow,

Until we’ve forgotten all we know.

But despair is not a place to flee,

It is where the work is shown to me.

For when I have no strength at all,

The Ten becomes the answer to my call.

I cannot rise by strength alone,

Nor build the path upon my own.

I bow my head, my pride I bend,

And place my heart among the friends.

The enemy says, “Separate.”

The Creator says, “Connect.”

And in that choice, again and again,

We find the Creator between the friends.

So when the darkness fills the air,

And nothing seems to answer prayer,

Remember why the darkness came—

To make us call upon His name.

In times of despair,

One must always be aware:

The fall is not the journey’s end—

Hold tighter to the Ten,

and begin again.

There Comes A Time

 There comes a time in every man's life

When he's confronted with suffering and strife.

It's there a man can alter his mode,

And learn how to travel that difficult road.

Life in general gives all one needs,

The answers arrive through our prayers and our pleas.

Each trial's a teacher in rough disguise,

Polishing truth before our eyes.

The mountain's steep and the valleys deep,

Some days you laugh, some nights you weep.

But every stumble, every scar,

Reveals a little more of who you are.

You can't outrun the storms you'll face;

They find us all at their own pace.

The wind may bend you to the ground,

Yet deeper roots are always found.

So don't curse every heavy load;

It may be paving your future road.

For every burden you've carried through

Has quietly been rebuilding you.

When darkness whispers, "Turn around,"

Stand your ground on holy ground.

For suffering's not the journey's end—

It's where the soul begins to mend.

Then one day you'll smile at the path you've trod,

And see each step was arranged by God.

The road was never meant to break your soul...

It was only there to make you whole.