Psalms In The Heart

“Rabash’s Voice” by William S. Becker When Rabash speaks, my heart jumps. His words cut deep, like truth that thumps. TES rolls out like living fire, Burning doubt, lifting my desire. I feel him close, almost near. A warmth of love, a joy sincere. Each tone he gave still shakes my chest, Like he’s calling me to rise, to rest. The world Kli waits, breath held tight. We salivate for that ancient light. His lessons drip like honeyed flame, Healing wounds we never name. Short lines. Sharp heat. Pure love. No retreat. When Rabash speaks, I melt inside. My ego breaks, my truths collide. His voice becomes a guiding hand— And suddenly… I can stand.

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 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.

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.”

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.

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.