Psalms In The Heart

  When the Road Breaks Open You pack your bag with a shaking hand A congress calling, a promise you planned The heart says go, the mind says wait Bills on the table, time running late You swear this time you’ll make it through You told the friends, you said you’d be true But the road don’t care what vows you said It throws you steel that leaves you dead A car on the lift, the clock runs fast “No parts till Monday,” they say at last Two hundred dollars, that’s all you’ve got And the retreat’s fading right on the spot Now comes the moment no one sees Not faith in words, but bent-knee pleas You sit alone, your chest caved in Not asking to win — just not to give in Your heart don’t pray with fancy lines It cracks and leaks between the whys “I promised them… I wanted You… I don’t know how, but help me through” No deals, no strength, no clever play Just truth that burns the self away And right there where the hope feels dead Something moves you never led Three minutes pass — no mo...

Reward That Hurts Like Truth I said I want no reward, I swear it’s true, Yet every nerve asks, “What’s in this for you?” The will to receive hides behind holy clothes, Quotes the sages while tightening its nose. I worked and I worked and expected a sign, A taste of the Light, some proof I was fine, But all I received was a mirror so clear, It showed me the beast I carried for years. The ego got clever, it learned how to pray, How to give lip service while steering my way, It said, “You’re righteous, look—everyone sees,” While feeding itself on respect and ease. The whole world applauds, says, “You serve God well,” But inside I’m rented, still serving myself, A servant of comfort, of honor and gain, Calling it Torah, disguising the chain. Then came the fall—no warning, no sound, From heaven to trash heap, face in the ground, No sense of descent, no shame, no fear, Just pleasure dressed up as “life” right here. Dead don’t feel dead, they don’t ask for air, They don’t miss the King, they...