Psalms In The Heart

Trembling Strings of Faith In the maze of life's despair, letters dry as bones, A soul yearns for a spark, a voice to call its own. Amidst the cloak of faith, seeking a divine door, To transcend the tangible, to connect and explore. Golden bells and pomegranates, a rhythm so profound, The tremble of a violin, where joy and fear are bound. In the search for holiness, a dance of light and shade, The sound of silence echoes, where sacred truths are made. With every note of longing, in a world of unseen strings, The heart beats for the whisper of the One who sings. For in the trembling moments, joy finds its place, In the sacred symphony of love and grace. The robe of understanding, beyond mere human sight, In the trembling of creation, the word of God takes flight. Oh, to see the door, in faith, and not through eyes alone, To hear the silent song, and feel the sacred tone.

🌿 A Prayer for Correction  Creator, You formed me a vessel designed, To receive all Your goodness with purpose aligned. But my nature is twisted, turned toward my own, It clings to itself and calls ego its throne. You made me a creature whose essence is need, But I use this great hunger for selfish greed. The gift of receiving, intended for You, I have stolen for self, made Your purpose untrue. I see that this gap between us is vast, A barrier built by my will that holds fast. Your Light cannot dwell where self-love is enthroned, Where every intention is ego’s alone. I study Your wisdom to learn what is real, To expose all the truths that my ego would seal. That Lo Lishma is my state in this land, That I serve only self with my heart and my hand. Yet the sages have taught me the path to ascend, That Lo Lishma is the means to the true holy end. That with effort and prayer, Your Light will descend, Correcting intention that I cannot bend. For alone I am powerless, lost in my scheme,...

🪨 “T he Body's Question, the Soul's Answer” The body asks, “What will I gain?” Its hunger constant, sharp as pain. It bargains even when I pray, Demanding payment for words I say. It says, “Your service must reward, Or else what value is your Lord?” I see the trap in every plea, A chain that binds my soul to me. But obstacles are gifts in guise, They teach me truth beneath the lies. Each question from the self I hear Becomes the path to drawing near. I hammer hard on hardened heart, Resolved to break its grip apart. Each blow a prayer that rends my pride, Inviting Heaven's light inside. I see the evil of my claim, Insisting all must serve my name. This clarity is grace bestowed, To guide me on the narrow road. For when I see my selfish will, I gain the chance to make it still. Transform its thirst to holy fire, That seeks in giving to aspire. The battle rages every day, My body finds new words to say. But I reply with stronger voice, To serve the Creator is my choice. No c...