Psalms In The Heart

 We gather to connect, not for comfort, not for fame, But to build a place where the Creator can reveal His Name. There is no other goal, no side road, no clever disguise, Only the bond between hearts where the true connection lies. He holds us together in ways we don’t yet feel, Gives us the texts, the path, the hunger that is real. Like arms around a child that we’re too numb to see, His embrace is constant, but we lack the sensitivity. Everything in me, every thought, every fall, every climb, I attribute to Him, in the Ten and alone in time. Each friend a doorway, each moment a hidden sign, That nothing in this life was ever truly mine. Until the day arrives when the veil is finally torn, And the revelation within the connection is born. A person must yearn, must ache, must plead from deep inside, For the moment the Creator no longer has to hide. At first I search for the friend, for a hand I can hold, For warmth in the circle, for hearts that are bold. But slowly it changes...

  The Judge in My Chest I put on a robe like I’m holy and wise, But the judge in my chest sees straight through the disguise. I rule in my favor, I bend every law, Then gasp in pure shock at the faults that I saw. I pound on the table, “I’m righteous! I’m right!” While feeding my ego all day and all night. I sentence the world for the things that they do, Then quietly pardon the same things in me too. I call it “bestowal,” I call it “the climb,” But most of the time I’m just serving my slime. I polish my halo, adjust it just so, While hiding the horns that continue to grow. The truth is a mirror I try to avoid, It shows me how much of my love is employed To serve only self with a sweet holy grin, While whispering prayers through a mouth full of sin. I judge all the friends like I’m seated above, Yet starve them inside of the smallest of love. Then cry to the heavens, “Why don’t I feel light?” While blocking the door with my own inner fight. But the Judge never shouts, never s...

 Covenant to My Ten From our connection comes rejection, nowhere to hide, I pledge to stay standing right here at your side, When ego rises and pushes apart, I will not run from the work of the heart. When distance appears and the darkness is shown, I will remember I’m never alone, For every resistance the soul must face Is the Creator preparing a place. I pledge now to hold to the line, To see all your greatness and make it mine, To bow to the friends when pride wants to win, And ask for the strength to include us within. If anger or judgment begins to arise, I’ll fight for our love, not the ego’s disguise, I’ll pray for your hearts before praying for me, That in our connection the Creator will be. No matter the fall, the shame, or the strain, I p;edge here to return again, To build what we can’t as one man alone— A place in our bond where He makes His home.

  “Two Actions in the Dark” When the light fades out and the heart feels tight, And the road ahead disappears from sight, The fall is not to break the soul apart, But to pull a prayer from deep in the heart. Do not agree with the dark that you feel, Do not accept it as something that's real, Hold to the friends, to the path, to the plea, And cry for the One who sets you free.

 we fall into a hole and cant get out go ahead scream and shout it does no good because the hole your in is the separation you feel within that separation between the Creator and you because we let desires of reception seep through we dug it deep with every selfish plea till the light was hidden, and we could not see we claw at the walls with hands full of fear but the way out was always quietly near not by strength, and not by might but by turning the heart back toward the light for the hole was never made of earth and clay it was built from the times we turned away each thought for self, each moment of pride stacked the stones that sealed us inside but the second a prayer breaks out from the core a crack appears in that prison floor and through that crack a thin light streams awakening forgotten dreams then hand in hand with the friends we call a rope of love is lowered into the hole and pulling together, heart by heart the climb to adhesion can finally start

  Reading Between the Lines The Torah comes quiet, it don’t shout or shine, But it slowly starts draining what once felt like “mine.” The strength that felt solid begins to feel thin, Like a war you keep fighting but never can win. You sit with the pages, the words feel so deep, Yet something inside you just wants to go sleep. The body gets heavy, the thoughts start to roam, The will to receive says, “Just leave it, go home.” But Rabash is whispering under the sound, “It's not your true strength that is being worn down.” It’s the pride that is cracking, the self standing tall, That strength has to weaken so love can be called. You read and you read but the letters don’t say, The real work is hidden in what fades away. The harder it feels, the more empty you stand, The more you're being shaped by a higher hand. Alone you grow tired, your fire burns thin, The battles feel heavy, you can’t seem to win. But sit with the friends and the air starts to change, A power appears tha...