Burning House - Poem

As the shadow of Tisha B'av looms over us once again, we only wish that the Beis Hamikdash will come before it, so as to turn this dark, somber day, into one of gladness and soulful celebration. We've waited so long, yet we still wait, for it seems, Mashiach is just not here yet.

I wrote this poem for Tisha B'av, just a few weeks back. Titled "Burning House", I wanted to try and paint the image of our ancestors walking, downtrodden and defeated into exile, realizing their mistakes and wishing they had made a return to righteousness sooner. Alongside that, I wanted to infuse the poem with splashes and bursts of hope, to remind us that the Redemption is coming, and that we must keep doing our best to bring it as soon as possible.

It is with a hopeful heart that I bless you all with a relaxing week ahead, and a relaxing and meaningful fast.

Your friend,

Yitzy Schweitzer

Burning House - Poem

As we witnessed our home being set aflame,
We realized all too late that the prophecy was true,
We were misled, misguided, by false words of liars and frauds,
Who made us deaf to honesty, cold to the painful, burning truth.

We realized our mistake,
Lead into exile, we finally understood,
Our reality shattered, but we recognised Who Is in control,
No longer did we wish to be on paths of dishonesty and falsehood.

The images of our burning house, would only yet return centuries later,
History repeated, hearts broken once more, yet again,
Lead into another exile, one we still live in today,
A darker, more deeper galus, where we struggle to sometime find Hashem.

We know He is there, still with us,
Yet confusion and misery and pain, sometimes make us question,
Our heart and soul knows the answers and with His blessing, helps us find them,
As we search for the truth, in a world of shattered trust of misleading suggestions.

We remember our burning house, knowing,
Each deed of truth will rebuild it,
Every word of Torah, every kindness, every smile,
Will bring us closer, now we are so close, we can feel it.

As we return in our minds, to the site of our burning house,
Only one wall stands, one remains in purity,
A tear escapes our eyes and we envision and dream,
About a time when the burning will cease and our house will be rebuilt in splendid glory.