Beneath the cloud where reason dies,
The heart is stripped of all its ties.
No knowledge left, no ground, no gain,
Just faith to walk through night and pain.
The waste of fields, the wine turned sour,
The soul stands naked, hour by hour.
No greatness shines, no guiding flame,
Yet whispers still, “Exalt My Name.”
O thief of Light, beware the snare,
Who grasps for proof finds only despair.
The ear once pierced must learn anew,
“Steal not My fire—it is not for you.”
So low, so lost, yet joy is born,
From faith that rises, tattered, torn.
A servant true, through storm and fall,
Who owns nothing—yet owns it all.
In Sukkah’s shade we learn to stay,
A guest of God along the way.
Temporary walls, yet hearts made strong,
By faith alone we sing our song.
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