Psalms In The Heart

   “Only Because of You” I came to the work for the light and the feel, Wanted heaven to prove this whole thing was real. I prayed for some fire, some peace, some relief, But I was just feeding my spiritual thief. Then I learned You enjoy when I show up each day, So I showed up for You — and for what You would pay. I felt You were happy, You shined back at me, But I still loved the echo more than the decree. Then You took the sweetness right out of the song, No taste in the prayer, no right, no wrong. Still I kept dancing, no reason to stay, Only because You wanted it that way. Lost the reward and the feeling of near, Lost even the smile that said “You are here.” No warmth in the heart, no spark in the head, Just a quiet yes where the ego was dead. Now I don’t ask if I’m rising or falling, If You feel close or I feel You’re stalling. One simple motion, one simple rule, If it gives You contentment — I’m in, I’m a fool. You took the sweetness right out of the song, No tast...

  The Worse We Feel (The Closer We Get) We wake each day to do what’s right, to walk together toward the Light, we give, we try, we bless, we pray, yet feel more distant every day. We say, “How strange, we should be near, with all these acts, with all this fear, the Torah’s here, the spice was given, so why’s the heart still so un-livened?” But Baal HaSulam whispers low, “You’re not going back, you’re learning know , the evil wasn’t seen before, now it’s revealed — that’s opening the door.” First comes the truth, the crack, the pain, the hidden will that wants to reign, the deeper ego shows its face, not to defeat — but to be placed. We don’t grow worse, we grow more clear, the dirt was always there, my dear, the Light just shines a stronger beam, to show us what we couldn’t see. The sickness had to be exposed, before the healing could be imposed, the wound must surface, burn, and cry, before the soul can really rise. So when the heart feels far from home, and every flaw is ...

 The Whole Weight We saw a crack and thought, “That’s the fight,” Just a little patch, we’ll seal it tight. We grabbed our tools and went to work, But found another hole — the same old jerk. We fixed one wall, another fell, Thought we escaped but rang the bell. Twenty more inches, then twenty again, We’re fixing the roof while drowning in rain. We thought we carried one small load, Just one kilo on the road. So we bent our backs and pushed it through, Then found another one — times two. We cleaned one corner of the heart, Called it truth, called it a start. But every light that tried to shine Showed ten more shadows in the mind. We’re not correcting, we’re just busy, Running in circles, drunk and dizzy. Patching symptoms, not the core, Sweeping dust behind the door. But when the full weight comes to view, And we see what the will can really do, Not one crack, not one flaw, But the whole damn house at war— That’s the moment prayer is born, Not from pride but from being torn. ...