You who loves my soul

Orginal Source: Yedid Nefesh by Rabbi Elazar Azriki

Lover of my soul, merciful Lord, bring me close to You. 

I will run to you like a gazelle;  to prostrate before Your glory

For Your companion ship is purer than any fine taste or flavor. 

Perfect, pleasing, radiance of the world, my soul desires Your love. 

Please, God, heal her now, as You show her the pleasantness of Your light. 

Now, strengthen and heal her, and she will be for You an eternal servant. 

Ancient one, may your mercies be made manifest aroused , 

And have compassion on the child of Your lover. 

For it is so long that I have faithfully waited, to see the glory of Your strength

Please, my God, the desire of my Heart, hurry and do not hide! 

Please, my beloved, reveal yourself and spread over me 

the shelter of Your peace. 

Fills the world with the light of your glory, so that we may rejoice Let me be happy in You. 

Be quick, my lover, for the time has come, and have mercy on me for all time.

You Really Want To Talk?

Lets try and talk about it, come sit here

Our problems can be solved in just a short while.

You little fool, no solution is near

Now please wipe off that distasteful smile.

Indeed we know that it is just for you;

That is why you have come to us today,

Your insincerity piercing right through

In place of the words that you wish to say.

Take your halo and your blemished white doves,

We will not tolerate your ignorance

In the place of my home and ones I love,

Your “wisdom” bears no significance

When we will return to the times of old?

Restore our kingdom, the palace of gold.

Lost in the Crowds

The crowd is slowly moving. Shuffling along the path

that leads them to nowhere. But they continue to move

under the flaming sky as planes soar over their heads

shaking the ground they stand on as they wait to climb

aboard. And the little boy is crying because he does not

have any room to play.

For his home and his comfy bed, and the freedom to play

he longs for.  Not until the end of the path.

But where is it, he does not

know. even as the people move

forward and forward, some even beginning to climb

onto the platform where they are being counted by the head

Counting as they enter: one thousand two hundred and sixty seven heads 

of men with out their cigars ,women without their lipstick and children who cant play 

and then comes the ascent, slowly climbing

huffing and puffing until it attains a steady rhythm on the path 

wheels turning, engine churning his stomach in knots

for days on end it continues to move

But now it has stopped, and the people begin to move

The young boy is lost amongst the thousands of other heads

and it is not too long before until the tears can not

be held back. If this is the game of life, he does not want to play.

He feels a smack from behind, shoving him onto the undesired path 

that takes him to the stairs stairs and he begins to climb

Unsteadily, he is climbing

his arms so frail and small,his short legs weakly move.

He did not chose this path 

Yet he will still forge ahead 

This horrid game I can no longer play 

To continue on? I simply can not. 

But choosing to give up is not

the the right decision and he continues to climb

and the tunes begin to play

they sweep him off his feet and move 

him around in circles, kissing his forehead

welcome back our boy, you have chosen the right path 

thats brought you to your home.