Psalms In The Heart

  “FULL LIKE A POMEGRANATE” I filled my hands with holy deeds and prayer, Stacked mitzvot high like I was going somewhere. Counted my steps, my pages, every move, Certain the weight of effort proved the proof. But late at night when no one else was near, A quiet voice exposed the lie I feared. Not what I did—but why I always came, Not love of Him, just love of my own name. I gave, I learned, I sang, I bowed my head, But fed myself with every word I said. Each act was dressed in light, so clean, so bright, Yet underneath it all—I served my bite. A pomegranate split, so full, so red, Each seed a deed I proudly thought I fed. But juice of deceit ran down my hands, I saw the truth I couldn’t countermand. I wanted Him to serve the life I chose, To bless my plans, reward my righteous pose. I worked for pay, for peace, for holy gain, And called the bargain “faith,” and hid the chain. Then mercy struck—no thunder, no escape, Just seeing clearly my own twisted shape. I couldn’t fix i...

  The Road to February He marked the date and closed his eyes, A distant land, a hidden prize. February whispered soft and real, A pull he could not help but feel. But months before the ticket’s name, The world leaned hard, the fire became flame. Work piled up, the hours grew long, Every step forward felt somehow wrong. Money tightened like a clenched fist, Bills lined up, no room to miss. A newborn cried through sleepless nights, Love was full—but heavy the fights. His wife spoke truth with fear, not blame, “A child needs you—this isn’t a game.” Her words cut deep, not sharp but fair, Responsibility thick in the air. Inside his heart the question burned, Is this desire selfish or earned? He didn’t answer, didn’t pretend, He went instead—to the Ten, his friends. He didn’t ask for coins or ease, He asked for strength, for what to see. He laid it bare, the doubt, the load, The fear of failing both paths he rode. They didn’t promise, didn’t plan, They held his heart like only f...

How does one choose a new group it feels like looking into alphabet soup i know it don’t mean to find new friends so how does one truly begin not by faces, not by names not by comfort, warmth, or claims not by who makes room for me but who bows to unity i step in quiet, without demand no flag raised in my hand i don’t ask who welcomes me i ask where pride won’t let me be i listen more than i explain let confusion work its grain where resistance starts to rise truth is closer than my eyes no promises carved in stone just showing up, unknown if i can serve the aim, not self that’s the first brick on the shelf and if the road feels thin and bare that’s how i know the work is there

  Covered in Love Ok let’s get real here, no masks, no disguise, We see the path for what it is, no smoke in our eyes. We see just how to give, not loud, not above, But quiet annulment, all covered in love. We ran for so long with a fist held tight, Calling it strength, calling it fight. Now we see strength is learning to bend, Choosing the Ten again and again. The ego cries out, afraid to be small, Afraid it might lose, afraid it might fall. But love steps in where fear once stood, Whispering softly: this is good. We don’t give sermons, we don’t correct, We give our hearts with full self-respect. Not fixing the friend, not judging the pain, Just holding the place where the Light can remain. The Creator isn’t found in what I achieve, But in what I release, in what I leave. Between us, a space begins to breathe, And love becomes something we actually see . No one is late, no one is wrong, Some carry the tune, some hum along. Each soul arrives by a different door, But the room ...

From My Heart It Swears From my heart it swears No matter what I do I’m blocked there I know it’s a lie It’s a sign I must try No matter the why I ask for help this day Only to feel rejected in every way Each door feels shut in my face Each prayer falls flat in space But I know this pain ain’t random fire It’s the Creator shaping my desire This wall ain’t built to make me fall It’s built to teach me where to call Not inward, not alone Not king, not on a throne But into the friends, into the ten Where my heart learns how to bend The ego screams, “You’re cast aside” But that’s the lie it learned to hide Because rejection cuts the pride So truth can grow where love abides If I’m blocked, it’s not the way It’s the “me” that wants to stay This lock won’t break by force or might Only by choosing us over right So I don’t curse this empty prayer I don’t run from the deadened air I bring my lack, naked and true And place it softly into you And there — between our shared despair A crack appears ...

 Between Us  We were born in a story we didn’t write, Thrown into the day, pushed into the night. Parents, towns, and roads we roam, Chasing a feeling we call “home.” We grind, we build, we laugh, we fall, Buy the dream, then outgrow it all. New car shine, leather seat thrill, Till the hunger returns—unpaid bill. Anger flares when the road cuts tight, Ego jumps up ready to fight. “I'm right, you’re wrong,” the old refrain, Same old script, different pain. The heart ain’t flesh, it’s want and need, Two vessels pulling at top speed. One grabs pleasure, never full, One waits quiet, barely a pulse. That spark don’t grow alone, no way, It needs resistance, needs the fray. Friends collide, egos scream, And in that mess—a higher dream. We don’t fix ourselves, that’s the lie, The Light shows up when we try To hold the goal when we can’t stand, Leaning hard on another hand. Arvut ain’t words, it’s law and fact, Fall alone? You don’t come back. But together we bend, together we ri...