Hi Ya'alozu! So I'm so glad this new blog exists because I wrote a poem which I wouldn't be so eager to share except that when I wrote it, I felt so much like a simple kli (vessel) of Hakadosh baruch Hu- it came straight from heaven to my pen & paper, with barely any of my thought process involved. I don't even know if Tani ever heard it; I'm glad it can be properly displayed a little more publicly. It was one of those really intense, where-is-my-life-going kind of contemplative nights in Ya'alozu, and before I knew it, I had this scribbled in front of me. Good pre-Yom Kippur poem, incidentally, I suppose.
     I have a few others to share, but I think I'll save the next one for a slightly more godly hour than 1:30 A.M. For now, enjoy, and please contribute your own poems, songs, stories etc. etc. to the blog because (as a selfish request, forgive me) I love hearing/seeing other people's creations within the arts & humanities and whatnot. Gmar Chasima Tova and a a Gut Gabentched Yar to all, and of course, RTF!!!!!!!

Tefillah

The day is still young, so far as to see,

Nothing of where in ten years I may be.

But as I lay pondering, void of soothe-sayer,

The one thing I know to rely on is prayer.

May it be the will of the Mighty above,

That all of us here may be showered in love

By the Creator, and our close ones alike,

And may the dear Torah infinite strike

A hole through our souls, like a shot, target driven,

And may we be glad with the lot we are given.

May we learn from the past to prepare for thus coming,

And may our hearts always be constantly strumming

Along to a rhythm of purpose and drive

And may we be glad we are simply alive.

And may our lives always get brighter, not grayer,

In a vast world uncertain, there will always be prayer.