The Screen That Burns

“The Screen That Burns”

The Light once filled my foolish clay,

Then fled — the night replaced the day.

It wasn’t gone — it struck from near,

Till all my veils dissolved in fear.

The clash inside — oh holy fight,

Between my dark and His pure Light.

Each wound, a polish; each loss, a climb,

The pain that purges space from time.

My will — the beast — it never rose,

It stayed below, in grave repose.

But something higher shed its skin,

The screen refined — the war within.

I lost my crown, the Keter’s flame,

No robe remained to bear that Name.

Yet in that loss, I found release,

For ashes sing when souls find peace.

So burn me, Lord, refine my shield,

Till all my pride to You is healed.

Let vessels weep, but screens ascend,

Through shattered love, I reach my end.

Rewarded- I Will Hasten It (From shamati 195)

I had it once — the taste of light,

Then stripped away deep in the night.

The glow was gone, my heart was torn,

And faith was born where I was shorn.

He gave me gold, then took the key,

To show me what I’d yearn to be.

He built my hunger, carved my pain,

So I could call His loss a gain.

Each tear I shed became my bowl,

Each break engraved upon my soul.

The rich are blind, but beggars see —

The empty heart becomes the sea.

So rip me open, burn me bare,

I’ll find You only in despair.

For every wound reveals Your face,

And loss itself becomes embrace.

Let others choose the easier way,

I’ll take the blows that make me pray.

Through shattered glass Your stars ignite —

Rewarded — You will hasten light.