Poems About Spirituality

When did you hide
the smoldering embers of your soul
in the stifling closet of propriety?
Was it when you tasted
the pride of peer embrace,
that cast you in a less than suitable space,
of sterile proportions?

Winter has stolen
life from the trees
she can only admire
the foliage from afar
the vibrant images caught
in so many pictures
hold no meaning

Upon a world of darkness and of waste
G‑d spoke the word of light, and light blazed forth

Amid the floods of time and human tears
We must endeavor still to keep afloat
Our soul’s small vessel, which, however fraught
With multifarious animal passengers
That clamor to be fed, whose roaring note

Out of the crucible of his first test
From Ur Kasdim, obeying G‑d’s command,
Walked Avraham to find the Promised Land.
Wherever he went, he made G‑d manifest.

The fifth Torah portion is referred to by the words “Chayei Sarah” (the life of Sarah).

A poetic paraphrase of Pirkei Avot based on the explanations of the Lubavitcher Rebbe.

A poetic paraphrase of Pirkei Avot based on the explanations of the Lubavitcher Rebbe

O Mother Rachel, if indeed your tomb Holds, even now, a reservoir of power For Jewish hearts, then send us in this hour.

We live, thriving, in the fleeting moment,
constantly striving to capture the next . . .

Like the turning colors of the leaves
I accept my seasons;
Knowing G-d gave me Joy, challenges
All for His perfect reasons.

When I was a potter,
some pots needed orphanages,
whether birthed or aborted, a mistake.
Too raw, I recycled them into
mud once more, back to the earth.

Her tears quench the soil her children once tilled Along the border, their voices now stilled, Her voice rises highest...

Adulate endless yearnings like a "roaring fire"
Bolster the emblem of the highest virtue
Create the high possibilities for the neshama

I turned inward to gaze at my own majestic soul beauty. Embedded in my DNA is the homing device that leads me inward and upward to my own personal destiny...

Skies of other worlds
In the blue-bright air,
Sides of houses
Edge eternity

You’re not someone I’ve always known
At least, I didn’t think so.
I knew Your things...

She strikes the match,
Her concentration as intense as the flame.
As the candle wicks flare
Her heart fills with joy.

In winter darkness we are called to light
These candles of remembrance and of cheer.