Psalms In The Heart

  Reason Is the Next Wall I climbed above reason and thought I arrived, The pain got quieter, my hope felt alive. The darkness retreated, the doubts took a seat, I said, “This must be faith,” then faith turned to deceit. What once was belief became comfort and ground, The edge disappeared, no danger I found. My reason got dressed in spiritual clothes, And stopped me from climbing where real faith goes. The Creator withdrew, not out of neglect, But to show me the trap of what I call correct. What lifted me yesterday, today blocks the way, And demands I rise higher or honestly pray. I cannot jump alone, the height is too steep, My reason screams safety, my ego says sleep. Only the Ten, pulling hard on my soul, Can drag me beyond my imagined control. Again we rise, and again it will fall, Each new reason turning into the next wall. Until nothing is left that I call “me,” And between us appears what they call Dvekut — free.

  Between Two Worlds Is Prayer We walk this world with our feet in the dust, Hearts full of cracks but a stubborn trust. This state feels heavy, the nights feel long, Yet something keeps whispering, hold on, stay strong. We dream of a place where the heart is not torn, Where love of the friends feels natural, born. Not clouds or crowns or a heavenly view, Just hearts stitched together, simple and true. This world pulls inward, the ego’s demand, The next pulls outward — take your friend’s hand. Between the two states, no clever repair, Only a cry rising up called prayer. Not prayers of comfort, not prayers for ease, But prayers to bend where the ego won’t please. To see my brother as higher than me, To beg for the strength just to let him be free. If I fall today, let it be for the Ten, If I rise tomorrow, let it lift them again. No world to escape, no future to flee, Just learning to love — that’s eternity.

  “When Prayer Can’t Pray” I came with words, I came with need I came believing You would lead I knocked so hard my knuckles bled And heaven stayed completely dead My mouth went dry, my heart went cold The body laughed, you’ve prayed — you’re old “Look at the years, look at the cost Every request already lost” I knew You help, I knew it’s true But knowing didn’t pull me through The bitter herb stayed in my throat I swallowed prayers — they wouldn’t float Then faith collapsed, not You — just me No strength to ask, no will to plea So here I stood, stripped of disguise With nothing left but empty eyes And in that place so dark, so bare I found one thing that still was there A cry not shaped, a plea undone “Help me to pray — I have none” No answer came, no sudden light Just one more step against my sight To trust You hear, though I don’t feel To pray against what looks real This is the work — not hope that sees But standing broke upon my knees When prayer dies and still I stay T...