Reward That Hurts Like Truth
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...