Psalms In The Heart

  A war was born where silence screams, Inside the soul that splits its dreams. The right hand prays, the left hand steals, The heart forgets what the spirit feels. The Kauravas rise — a hundred lies, Each one born where the ego cries. They promise gold, they promise fame, But every crown burns with shame. The Pandavas stand — the will to bestow, Five senses cleansed by the light they know. They tremble still, for truth cuts deep, The self must die before souls can reap. Arjuna weeps, his bow hangs low, “How can I strike the ones I know?” Krishna smiles — the secret revealed, “You never kill — you only yield.” “For bodies fall, but the soul can’t fade, It was by love that all was made. Fight not for gain, nor fear the loss, Your sword is faith, your shield is cross.” “Act without fruit, let go of the claim, See Me in all, and all the same. When giver and gift no longer part, The war will end inside your heart.” The chariot rolled on sand and flame, Each wheel carved out the ...

“The Low Will See” They mock and sneer as I walk by, Their words cut deep, yet I don’t cry. For in the dust where I am thrown, The King of Kings makes me His own. He lifts not those who boast and shine, But souls that break to match His line. The proud look down and lose their sight, The low look up and see the Light. My crown is crushed beneath their feet, My name erased—His will complete. For when I die to self and fame, The Lord Himself will call my name. Let them despise, reject, and scorn, From their contempt, new life is born. The Lord is high—He hides from pride, But dwells within the ones denied. So strip me bare, remove my face, Until I’m clothed in His embrace. The high stand far, the low will see— In dust and shame, He dwells in me.

“Seekers of the Face” When I first sought You, I was blind in need, Begging for crumbs from my own greed. I called it love — it was hunger in disguise, A thief praying softly beneath holy skies. I wept, “Reveal Yourself! Let me see!” But my plea was still “Give to me.” The heavens were silent — I cursed the air, Not knowing You heard, yet waited — there. You whispered, “Child, your cries are true, But they still reek of wanting for you. I’ll lend you My ear, but not yet My face, Till your heart learns to ask for My grace.” So You broke me — tore my prayer apart, Split my tongue from my selfish heart. Judgment burned; mercy wept within, Till both were sweetened, and light broke in. Now I seek not Your gifts, but Your will — To fill what You fill, to be still as You’re still. I don’t want joy — I want to give You mine, To mirror Your face, and erase the line. So when You seek Your seekers, find me there, Among the fools who learned to care. For I was cursed — till I learned to bl...

Wine That Burns the Fool I sipped the cup of heaven’s light, And thought, “I’ve conquered endless night!” The wine sang loud — “You are the king!” And pride began its deadly sting. I stumbled drunk on holy flame, And whispered prayers that fed my name, While truth stood silent at the gate, And let me drown in self-made fate. For this is wine that blinds the soul, It crowns the half, but kills the whole. It makes you think you’ve reached the peak, While faith grows faint and will grows weak. Oh, how I begged for more delight, Till darkness stripped away my sight, And in that void, the sober pain— I learned what “Torah” means again. It isn’t joy that fills the glass, But tears that help the poison pass. And when the heart to dust is torn, The real wine flows — the soul reborn. So drink, my friend, but drink with fear, Let love be clear, and self disappear. For only he who’s crushed and true, Can taste the Light the drunk once knew.

Closing Prayer of the Congress Creator of all, we lift our eyes, Grateful for love that never dies. Through lessons deep our hearts did grow, Above all reason Your light did flow. We annulled ourselves, we learned to bend, To feel the friend, no start, no end. We joined as one, inclusion true, A vessel formed, prepared for You. With zeal and fire, enthusiasm bright, We rose together into Your light. Our hearts were opened, flowing free, A river of love, eternity’s sea. Now as this congress comes to a close, A fragrance of unity forever grows. One prayer ascends, so pure, so strong, A chorus of souls, one endless song. Bind us, Beloved, forever in You, Each friend a mirror, each heart made new. May joy keep burning, may love never part, For You dwell forever inside our heart.

Lesson one struck fire in our soul, The “what” was revealed, the higher goal. Hitbatlut whispered, “Annul and bend, Lose yourself so the Light can descend.” Lesson two came rushing in, The “when” was shown, the time to begin. Hitkalelut shone, inclusion so sweet, All hearts as one, where the heavens meet. Lesson three brought vision bright, The “where” appeared in radiant light. Not in myself, but the friend I find, The vessel of love, one heart, one mind. Lesson four rose with trembling reason, A prayer beyond, in this holy season. Hitpahalut burned, enthusiasm’s flame, The “who” and “how” no longer the same. Now four lessons carved in one beating heart, Each H a ladder, each step a part. Annulment, inclusion, and zeal we raise, Together ascending in love and in praise. Hand in hand, our souls combine, One prayer, one voice, one heart, one line. The Creator smiles as the walls fall apart, And eternity blossoms inside our heart.

When the sky falls, leaving us in the dark, Do we remember where we parked? As the showers begin, like Binah’s flow, What is it we need to know? What is the purpose of life When it’s filled with so much strife? It’s to bind our hearts, to give and to share, To rise above self and learn how to care. To turn every shadow into a spark, To build a beacon within the dark. To feel the Creator in friend and foe, To drink from His river and let it flow. For the night may descend, but love is our key— Uniting as one is our true destiny.