Prayers & Tears - Poem

 No words.

Simply, no words.

Israel is fighting. An attack like no other.

There. Are. No. Words.

Yet as a poet, as someone who takes inspiration and comfort from the written word, as someone who believes in the power to express oneself deeply with lines, rhymes and rhythm, as someone who has a gift G-d given, to be able to write these pieces based on the concepts, ideas and inspiration, that speak to me every day, I feel as though there are maybe, just maybe, some words.

Special words. Comforting words. Simple words.

Throughout the entirety of the worlds existence, prayer has always been something with witch one gives thanks, praise and requests to G-d. Its simple, elegant, refined words, make it a priceless gift, poetry in its own right, filled full to the brim with love, hope and clarity.

Connected to prayer, one could say, is tears. Throughout the entirety of the worlds existence, tears have stood alongside prayer, a steadfast friend, as proved by the knowledge of the fact, "when words fail, tears become the persons voice."

Tears is but the sometimes silent expression of prayer, heard by the soul of the person, felt deep within his core.

In light of these words, these simple words I have written, I wish to combine the two concepts of prayers and tears in poetry as I introduce to you, the first in a trilogy of poems, written to express my view, on the horrifying events taking place in our Holy Land, Israel.

May G-d hears us, hear our voice, our prayers, and yes, even our tears. May he hear the cry of our core emotions of love and hope, as we pray for peace, eternal.

I sign off with all blessings,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Prayers and Tears - Poem

My eyes are filled with tears,
My soul is damaged and torn,
My heart is fragmented,
My voice is weak and hoarse.

The world is divided,
A friend hard to come by,
So it’s not really any wonder,
Why I do sit here and cry.

My tears, small and bright,
Shine in the sunset like gold,
Helping to create a priceless chain of brotherhood,
That connects us all, to our eternal values of old.

My mouth moves in prayer,
In song silent, heard by heart and G-d on High,
My soul speaks words, from the depth of my core,
G-d hears it and does not stand idly by.

He listens, Him and His angels,
To this one simple prayer for peace,
G-d hears my voice, feels my heart, and embraces my soul,
As the blessings pour forth in their release

And

Miles upon thousands away,
A brother of mine, he prays too,
G-d knows, and on High, connects on that same golden chain,
The two special prayers of two different Jews.