The Days of Awe

The Days of Awe

A Psalm from the heart of David

The Lord is my beacon that guides my way.

I fear no evil when She’s heard in my ear,

but Her wrath, troubles the dark shadows that haunt my soul.

The Lord is the sap and the marrow,

She is the birth mother of life, and another tomorrow.

Though I might be lost in a thicket of thieves,

in a web of lies created by inconspicuous spies,

may my ever doubters, my cast-you-outers,

free fall as they flee.

When the dark leagues of seas crash down upon me,

giving off waves that cause sorrow and strife,

I will stand firm amidst the troubling storms.

Though the falling of bombs threaten life,

and the bullets rain down all over the land,

I’m with You, with my hand in Your hand.

May the same holy seat wait for me

In Her inner sanctum’s sanctuary.

May my words be clarified and clear

to the tilt of Your ethereal ear.

May I see Your beauty in every turned leaf.

and in the arch of a tree’s soft sprig.

Cover all my weaknesses with Your Shekinah’s cloak

in a sukkah that keeps us from the wind and smoke

off the fires that burnt all our another ways.

May my sacrificial lambs be sweet to Your eyes!

May my tzedakah bring a time of great joy

as I pray with a song in my heart,

in a trance of a dance of  melodic chants.

Oh Lord! May my song be sweet for She!

Give me a wink and a nod so that I may see!

You are all and all is You,

down to the base of my simple soul!

I ache for You as I wait in long lines!

Cast off Your cloak and shine upon me!

It has always been You, from the start of my heart!

Show us Your Shekinah amidst our despair!

When all the dear and near have fallen away,

forget me not at the end of the day!

Be my Grand Rabbi of Rabbis and show me

what’s right amid so many faceted paths.

Light my steps as I follow Your ways!

Leave me not in the hands of my enemies!

Lies have spread like weeds amidst my seeds of good deeds.

People whose lives are so filled with black lies,

people who know only how to disguise

they have no alibis, no belief,

no idea of what makes You, She!

May the Lord breathe life into the Seas!

Stand firm!  All our hopes rise as we sing unto Her!

Holy is the Lord! Cry the angels on high!


About Lisa Tremback

I started writing in Elementary school and was published in school and local newspapers. I graduated from Kishwaukee College with an A.A. in English and a certificate in Computer Operations. I later studied under the poet, Bill Knox, at Columbia College in Chicago. I have been published at Colorado State University's underground newspaper. I enjoy writing almost every day and love to write about my relationship with G-d.

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