Psalms In The Heart

The Past Has Teeth, But We Hold the Reins A poem by William S. Becker I dig through the files of a world gone mad, Every secret bleeding proof of what we never had. We cling to the past like a rusted chain, Letting old ghosts carve new wounds of pain. We stare at the darkness hoping it blinks, Drowning in memories the ego still drinks. All those lies we swallowed as truth, Stealing tomorrow, poisoning youth. But brother… sister… the future ain’t dead— It waits in the silence between hearts we’ve bled. It waits where our broken souls lean to pray, Where connection grows stronger than yesterday. The world is shattered but not beyond repair, If ten hearts unite the heavens will tear. We rise from the ashes the moment we choose To stop worshiping wounds we were destined to lose. Through unity we rewrite every crime, Reverse the decay of humanity’s time. The past had its chance—now love takes the lead, Planting light in the soil where the wicked sowed greed. I’ve seen how a single embrace f...

Poem by William S. Becker I reach for the Light but it slips through my hand, My heart feels like dust on a desolate land. They promised me sweetness, a Torah alive, But all that I taste is a desert that strives. It’s brutal to face that the fault isn’t mine, It’s the ego inside me that steals the Divine. It drains every drop, every hope, every prayer, Till I’m gasping for life in an airless despair. But then comes a whisper: “Afflictions are many, Yet the Lord will deliver, He won’t forget any.” So I fall to the ground and the tears start to flow, Begging the Creator to lift what I know. For I’ve fought every battle, tried all that I could, But nothing has shifted the evil for good. And right when I break—when I lose all I’ve been— That’s when He enters… and delivers me in.

I was born in a body that only knew “take,” A beast filled with hunger, a bottomless ache. Clawing at life with a desperate scream, Thinking this world was more than a dream. Then the second body rose from the ash of my sin, A trembling vessel too fragile to hold anything in. It loved and it hated the Light in one breath, As the ego fought back with the promise of death. This body would kneel but refuse to let go, It begged for the fire that teaches the soul how to grow. Every prayer felt broken, every night felt long, Yet the Creator whispered, “Child, you are already strong.” And from that whisper the third body began, A body not flesh, but the birth of a man. Not a beast, not a beggar, but a giver of Light, Who rises above reason in the darkest of night. Now I walk with all three—like wounds in my chest, The past that still haunts, the work in each test. But the love of the Creator turns every scar gold, And the body He promised begins to unfold. So break me again if ...

“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.