Psalms In The Heart

  THE KEY IS THE TEN I came with a mouth full of holy sound, But Heaven weighed what my heart had found. Not polished prayers or wisdom’s art— He reads the hunger behind the heart. The sages lit what I could not see, Faith is the road when blind is me. Not what I say, but what I crave, Decides if I stay a slave. The Creator knows the lacking flame, Before my lips can speak His Name. He sees if I seek for self—or bend My broken will into the Ten. For every thought and every deed, Is measured by the root of need. And what I plant in friends today, Becomes the path or blocks the way. The Ten’s not friends for comfort’s sake, They are the gate my soul must make. The key ain’t mine when locked apart— I place it whole in the common heart. So if I hunger, let it be For faith above what’s shown to me. For what I give, I’ll one day see— The Ten unlocks eternity.

  ONE MAN, ONE HEART, ONE GOAL No one climbs this mountain alone A single spark won’t make it home Ten broken hands, ten stubborn scars Must choose one fire—not separate stars Not just to feel… not just to hear But speak it plain so all are clear Discuss the path, agree as one One goal before the race is run Congress ain’t waiting for maybe or when The work is now—between the ten Not one can hide in private thought The common goal must all be sought I thought my road was mine to bear My own small cry, my secret prayer But Rav struck deep—no soul can start Till all agree with one shared heart So gather now, no silent nod No drifting will can reach the God Speak it. Hold it. Make it whole. One man. One heart. One chosen goal. No one can do it alone—now see The gate won’t open for only me We speak, agree, and choose the key Ten become one… and He will be לא לבד, לא לבד נעלה רק יחד מטרה אחת נגלה כאיש אחד בלב אחד שם הבורא יהיה לעד

BROKEN FIRST Broken first, I learned to cry From self to dust, I asked not why When lack got real, the heavens moved And through that pain—the heart was proved I came in full of teeth and pride A throne of self I held inside Certain my hands could force the gate But iron hearts don’t enter straight So down I fell through reason’s floor Each answer died, then died once more The mind grew weak, the body screamed And all I built came unstitched seams I cursed the dark, I cursed the flame Till both revealed—they spoke my name Not to destroy, but strip the lie That lives each time I ask “for why?” The ten stood near like mirrors hard Not praising wounds, not dropping guard They showed me what I could not see— The cruelest cage… was only me I begged for love but sought control I spoke of truth while hiding soul I wanted light to fill my cup Yet would not break the bottom up Then exile dug its fingers deep No borrowed strength, no stolen sleep And from that pit where pride was slain A ...

 I was born inside a system vast, So perfect—future, present, past. A woven force no eye can trace, Yet every breath reveals its place. Not chaos. Not mistake. Not chance. But law so pure all worlds must dance. A single Thought, a force bestowed, That built the path each soul must road. First came the hunger—to receive, A crafted lack so we believe. Not curse, not flaw, not shameful scar, But vessel built to seek afar. For what is Light if none should crave? What is the Gift if none can save? Bestowal formed creation’s sea, But built the need through you and me. The will to take—our nature’s core, The empty knock upon the door. Yet Kabbalah reveals the key: The flaw’s not thirst—but “only me.” For here’s the work most never see: To shape desire intentionally. Not kill the will, nor cast aside, But raise its use, correct its pride. To take this vessel, cracked and wild, And aim it like a faithful child. Not for myself, not fleeting gain, But to return Love back again. Through...