Psalms In The Heart

🌿 “From the Bottom of My Foolish Heart” I’m tired of my clever lies, Creator, see me bare, This heart’s a crooked salesman with discount love to share. I promised You mountains, I offered the sky, But tripped on my ego and fell for my lie. I’m broken and bankrupt, my credit is gone, I spent all my merits on cocktails at dawn. I tried to be holy—wore halos askew, But laughter erupted, You saw it was true. So here in the gutter of want and of sin, I’m shouting for mercy to let Your light in. No more negotiations, no cunning appeal, Just grant me the courage to love what is real. My will to receive is a cunning old fox, He sold me for peanuts and ran with the box. He laughs at my sermons, he naps through my prayers, While my soul’s in the basement, tied up to the chairs. Yet somewhere beneath all this circus and noise, A small, trembling child remembers Your voice. He weeps and he pleads with tears not so smart: “Creator, please rescue the bottom of my heart.” Give m...

Prayer of the Heart In the silence where thoughts dissolve, My heart, a vessel, seeks to evolve. Beyond the mind’s restless sway, It cries for truth, for the sacred way. Oh Creator, You who know my core, My will to receive, I cling to no more. Its weight, its pull, binds me to dust, Yet my heart yearns for a will that’s just. Not with words the mind may weave, Nor logic’s chains that strive to deceive, But with a fire, raw and deep, My heart’s demand rises from its sleep. Correct me, Lord, let my soul align, With Your light, Your love, Your will divine. To bestow, to give, to mirror Your grace, To see Your truth in every face. Strip the veils that cloud my sight, Let my heart burn bold in Your holy light. No thought can hold this fervent plea, Only my heart’s cry sets my spirit free. Oh Source of all, hear this prayer I send, Not from my mind, but where my soul bends. Transform my will, let it seek to bestow, That I may dwell where Your mercies flow.

Trembling Strings of Faith In the maze of life's despair, letters dry as bones, A soul yearns for a spark, a voice to call its own. Amidst the cloak of faith, seeking a divine door, To transcend the tangible, to connect and explore. Golden bells and pomegranates, a rhythm so profound, The tremble of a violin, where joy and fear are bound. In the search for holiness, a dance of light and shade, The sound of silence echoes, where sacred truths are made. With every note of longing, in a world of unseen strings, The heart beats for the whisper of the One who sings. For in the trembling moments, joy finds its place, In the sacred symphony of love and grace. The robe of understanding, beyond mere human sight, In the trembling of creation, the word of God takes flight. Oh, to see the door, in faith, and not through eyes alone, To hear the silent song, and feel the sacred tone.

🌿 A Prayer for Correction  Creator, You formed me a vessel designed, To receive all Your goodness with purpose aligned. But my nature is twisted, turned toward my own, It clings to itself and calls ego its throne. You made me a creature whose essence is need, But I use this great hunger for selfish greed. The gift of receiving, intended for You, I have stolen for self, made Your purpose untrue. I see that this gap between us is vast, A barrier built by my will that holds fast. Your Light cannot dwell where self-love is enthroned, Where every intention is ego’s alone. I study Your wisdom to learn what is real, To expose all the truths that my ego would seal. That Lo Lishma is my state in this land, That I serve only self with my heart and my hand. Yet the sages have taught me the path to ascend, That Lo Lishma is the means to the true holy end. That with effort and prayer, Your Light will descend, Correcting intention that I cannot bend. For alone I am powerless, lost in my scheme,...

🪨 “T he Body's Question, the Soul's Answer” The body asks, “What will I gain?” Its hunger constant, sharp as pain. It bargains even when I pray, Demanding payment for words I say. It says, “Your service must reward, Or else what value is your Lord?” I see the trap in every plea, A chain that binds my soul to me. But obstacles are gifts in guise, They teach me truth beneath the lies. Each question from the self I hear Becomes the path to drawing near. I hammer hard on hardened heart, Resolved to break its grip apart. Each blow a prayer that rends my pride, Inviting Heaven's light inside. I see the evil of my claim, Insisting all must serve my name. This clarity is grace bestowed, To guide me on the narrow road. For when I see my selfish will, I gain the chance to make it still. Transform its thirst to holy fire, That seeks in giving to aspire. The battle rages every day, My body finds new words to say. But I reply with stronger voice, To serve the Creator is my choice. No c...

In the pursuit of Torah for its own sake, We seek the truth, no room for mistake. To understand, to know, with pure clarity, Without doubts clouding our reality. "Yesh din, yesh dayan," we must see, The world as it is, as it truly be. With faith and influence, we rise each day, Growing, evolving in every way. But in acceptance and knowledge's embrace, We may find ourselves falling from grace. Seeing a decline, a downward trend, In our perception, our understanding's end. When we observe these two states of being, We see "yesh din, yesh dayan" agreeing. For when we stray from the Torah's true path, We face consequences, the aftermath. "Yesh din tzedek," we must understand, The righteous path is the one in demand. To reach the ultimate perfection we seek, We must grasp the truth, no room for critique. This is the essence of "Torah lishma," Learning for the sake of the divine law. As our sages have said, "Great is the Talmud," ...

Your guidance is always true, In every task that we pursue. Through habit, we form our nature, And shape our reality, for sure. In the year of ש"ג, it is said, Through habit, we make our bed. For what we feel and what we see, Is shaped by our own reality. A difference exists, it's clear to see, Between Creator and you and me. For us, our feelings shape our view, While for the Creator, it's nothing new. What we feel, that is our truth, No matter our age or our youth. If we taste bitterness in our life, We may be called evil in this strife. But if we feel goodness all around, Then we are righteous, we are sound. So remember, it's all in how we feel, Our reality is what's truly real. In the end, it's all about perception, And shaping our own conception. So let your feelings guide your way, And shape your reality every day.