Heavens Melodies - Psalms Chapter 4 - Tehilim Poetry

 As we approach the awe-inspiring Yom Tov of Rosh Hashana, I wanted to share with you the next poem for the Tehilim Poetry series. We are now up to Chapter 4, which is the first one to begin with the famous opening word of "לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ". The opening verse was - as cliche and potentially uninspiring as it sounds - the one to stick out to me when I first learnt the translation of the chapter. The verse is "לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ בִּנְגִינ֗וֹת מִזְמ֥וֹר לְדָוִֽד"- which means "To the conductor with melodies, a song of David". 

This verse stuck out to me and so to create a poem around it, I thought of G-ds world being like a symphony in which G-d is, but of course, the conductor. I thought of how G-d is on top of absolutely everything and how nothing ever slips under his radar. How directly in tune he is with the world, on a musical key unmatched by no human. That is what inspired me this time and I felt that, as we prepare to crown G-d with our music - the song and tune of prayer - this poem would fit perfectly.

I hope that you all have a great year ahead and I wish you Kesivah VaChasimah Tovah.

Your Friend,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Heavens Melodies - Psalms Chapter 4 - Tehilim Poetry

Waking up to the sound of the chirping birds,
Who sing as the sun rises high,
Here the soft whisper of the breeze,
As it delicately shakes the trees, floating by.

Hearing the world, seeing it, feeling it,
In nothing but perfect motion,
On the beat, on key, on pitch,
There is no hiding from the truth showing.

The world is conducted,
By a Master of His art,
He knows when to finish a melody,
Knows right when to start.

Never is he off-key,
He is never tone-deaf,
For he hears every tune, every piece and every note.
Every heartbeat and breath.

His melodies are gifts,
Playing throughout our lives,
Composed with His signature,
Of a perfect world, synced in time.

It is but impossible,
To match Him in song,
Oh, because His melody,
He’s played for so long.

The world is conducted,
By a Master of His art,
He knows when to finish a melody,
Knows right when to start.

Never is he off-key,
He is never tone-deaf,
For he hears every tune, every piece and every note.
Every heartbeat and breath.

He allows us to sing,
Write and compose,
But all we do is add to the song,
He already knows,

Because His notes are on a higher scale,
Written in pure perfection are they,
We only here samples, but we always only here it,
The way He wants the piece to be played.