Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

Where Doubt Breaks, Love Begins

The answer to all is inside our heart

The vibrations are set but how to start

These thoughts I fear are not my own

The words I hear as the sages have shown

They echo deep where the cracks still bleed,

Exposing every selfish need.

Brutal truth that tears me apart—

But a sweetness grows inside my heart.

For in that break the Light comes through,

A whisper saying, “I’m shaping you.”

Not for comfort, pride, or gain,

But to rise in love above your pain.

And when I fall from faith each day,

My brothers lift me back the way.

They bind my fears, they raise my plea,

Till all our hearts form one degree.

So let the doubts erupt and roar,

That’s how the soul unlocks its door.

For every lie the ego screams,

The Creator sends a wave of dreams—

A higher pull, a silent shove,

A hidden blow wrapped up in love.

And step by step the path is shown,

Till His desire becomes my own.

A Heartfelt Plea

A Heartfelt Plea

My world is collapsing into the night,

Because I can’t seem to draw the Light.

My body rebels with each step that I take,

To the lessons, the books, for the soul’s own sake.

My soul cries rivers, a flood of pain,

My tears keep falling like endless rain.

A voice keeps whispering, cold and near,

“There’s no reason to cry, no reason for tears.”

But I turn to my friends, my brothers, my stand,

Who lift me gently with heart and hand.

They mend the cracks my ego defends,

They bend me softly until it bends.

I beg of you—strength, faith, and love,

Bestow as the Creator gives from above.

Bind us together, hearts into one,

Till our plea burns brighter than the sun.

Creator, hear this cry, this song—

We can’t walk alone, we can’t be strong.

But with Your love and the friends so near,

Even the night turns bright and clear.

 My poetic attempt at Psalms 24

Psalm 24 WSB

The earth is His, the fullness too,

Every breath we take is borrowed, passing through.

We stand on ground we never earned,

Yet claim it as ours, though we’ve barely learned.

Who climbs the mountain where Truth resides?

Only a heart that drops its ego’s pride.

Clean hands, clean thoughts, not born—but made,

Through fire and faith where illusions fade.

I lift my soul above my clay,

Begging the Light to lead my way.

My lies collapse beneath His gaze,

My fears dissolve in the Ten’s ablaze.

Lift up your heads, you rusted gates,

Let the King of Glory shift your states.

From dust to love, from rage to calm,

From trembling fists to an open palm.

Who is this King our hearts adore?

The Strength that breaks the inner war.

He fights my beasts so I can see,

He conquers me to make me free.

So rise, you gates inside my chest,

Let Love come in and build its nest.

Creator of all, both heart and breath—

He lifts my life from ego’s death.

From Lo-Lishma to Lishma

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Going from Lo-Lishma to Lishma is no easy task

It requires we remove our egoistic masks

It’s about what you feel inside your chest

As we wear Faith’s vest

But the path is paved with storms we hide

Where love and hatred clash inside

Where every step exposes schemes

The ego sews into our dreams

You rise, you fall, you curse the climb

You swear you’ll quit a thousand times

Yet something whispers, soft and true—

“This pain is love awakening you.”

For Lishma is born from shattered pride

From tears you’d rather keep inside

Until the Ten becomes your breath,

Your shield of life, your truth from death.

And Faith Above Reason, gentle and wild,

Takes your trembling heart like a wounded child

And lifts it where no reason dares,

To the place the Creator answers prayers.

So fall again, rise twice as strong—

This broken road is where you belong.

For Lo-Lishma is the start of the climb,

But Lishma is born when your heart says, “Not mine.”

Greed Powered Life

A world built on shattered dreams

Builds a hopeless reality so it seems

Living a life powered by greed

Makes you think there’s more you need

But deep in the hollow where pain resides

The truth begins to split your sides —

For all that you gather will turn into dust,

And strip you bare of your wicked trust.

Yet inside that emptiness, cold and stark,

A whisper ignites like a flame in the dark:

“Your hunger was never for gold or fame —

It was the Creator calling your name.”

So stumble, fall, and bleed if you must,

Till ego breaks down into sacred dust.

For when the heart cracks open wide,

The Light comes rushing in from the other side.

And the more you give, the more you find

That love was the treasure you left behind —

A world rebuilt from the heart’s true plea,

Shattered no more… only unity.

Searching for Truth

I searched through the cosmos to truly feel

The truth behind what don’t feel real

I have scoured through countless text

Only to discover I don’t know what comes next

For every page was a mirror to me

Showing the cracks I refused to see

And every crack was a doorway wide

Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.”

I chased the stars for a drop of proof,

But the answer was hiding under my roof—

Buried in friends, in the love we sow,

In the broken places where prayers still grow.

I wanted secrets, ancient and vast,

But found the future stitched in the past;

Found that everything false must fall apart

Before faith above reason can enter the heart.

So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies,

With a trembling heart that finally cries:

“All that I sought was never out there—

It was You in the center of this despair.”

And the truth that hides in the cosmic view:

There is nothing to find—only something to do.

To love the Ten, to rise above,

To turn my shattered self to love.

The Frequency of Faith and Love

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love

( William S. Becker )

When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above,

Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love.

The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name,

A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame.

We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove,

And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love.

For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun,

A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun.

They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above,

But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love.

For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel,

And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal.

So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above,

To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and streams of love.

For when the Ten is truly one, the sparks ignite the soul of man,

And peace becomes the melody that plays throughout the Master’s plan.