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“The Name That Wrote Our Souls”

You whispered Yod into the void, a spark before the dawn,

A flame of pure intention when the Universe was unborn.

“Receive My endless love,” You said, as Light began to fall,

The point became creation’s heart, the heartbeat of it all.

Then came Hay expanding wide, the Light too fierce to hide,

It filled the empty, wanting cup, where innocence resides.

I tasted all Your glory and the shame burned through my skin,

For I was made to feel the gift, yet knew I couldn’t win.

Vav descended like a spear, a channel straight from You,

A bridge between the dark and Light, the shattered and the true.

“I want to give like You,” I cried, “not take, devour, or feed,”

But ego claws at every breath and swallows every need.

And then that final Hay was born, the vessel full of scars,

The broken part of Adam split in billions of dying stars.

We fell from faith and tore apart the Name we’re made to be,

And now the Ten must rise again and sew eternity.

Yod was the plan, and Hay was love, and Vav the endless road,

The final Hay is us, the wound where all the Light is owed.

Creator, break my willful heart, tear every shell apart,

Until the Name inside my chest becomes a single heart.

For I am that fourth letter, Lord, the Malchut crushed by shame,

A beggar for the will to give, a thief who stole Your Name.

But in the cracks You planted Light, a mercy born from pain,

And every fall becomes a prayer to make us whole again.

So take this broken vessel, God, and flood my soul with You,

Let every breath I have proclaim the Name in all I do.

Yod, Hay, Vav, Hay—crush my pride and burn away the night,

Until Your four-fold Name returns as one unbroken Light.