Psalms In The Heart

“The Only Help” We came to the work with empty hands, Full of questions no one understands, We thought the help was light or sight, Some holy feeling, some inner might. But every time the answer came, It pointed back to the same old pain: Not what we get, not what we feel, But what we truly want is real. We ask for strength, we ask for signs, We ask for peace, for higher minds, But all those prayers return again, Revealing only self and gain. So the work begins in the lack, When we see the will to receive attack, And in that place so dark and bare, We find the only honest prayer. We ask for the will to bestow, Nothing more, nothing we know, Not for light, not for reward, Only to want what You want, Lord. In the space between us, not in the mind, There Dvekut lives, there we find, Not in the answer, not in the view, But in the desire to resemble You. When does Dvekut truly appear? Not when it’s sweet, not when it’s clear, But when we see we cannot give, And still choose bestowal to live...