The Three H’s in My Heart
In the silence I bow, my will undone,
Hitbatlut whispers: “You are none.”
I break on the stones of my stubborn pride,
The tears are rivers where I hide.
Yet in the Ten, a spark takes flight,
Hitkalalut blends my dark with light.
Inclusion burns, both wound and balm,
Their voices storm, then bring me calm.
But oh, the cries that tear my soul,
Faith demands I pay the toll.
Love is forged in suffering’s flame,
I lose myself to find His Name.
Hitpa’alut—enliven me still!
Through endless nights, a trembling will.
Pain is holy, faith is fire,
In this love, I rise higher.
So let me die a thousand ways,
And live anew through endless days.
In three H’s my spirit bends—
The path of sorrow that never ends.
Yet in that breaking, hearts are one,
A prayer complete, His will is done.
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