B"H

Nov. 13th, 15th of Cheshvan

Save me from the raging storm
To come at dawn
When the moon and sun
Are both seen at once
It seems scenic
Unless you see what's to come

The souls above
Want to come down
To do the mission
And not mess around
The opportunity belongs
To those who could be
Community minded
Not separated
And elevation bound

Words are important
Please don't misinterpret
And for mistakes I made
I am apologetic
But I must use this privilege
And hope no one gets hurt
As a result of my language

As a student
My teacher has merit
I hope it internalizes
I'll try to be diligent
In the lessons taught
Even if I don't get the knowledge
I hope I get the point
And it points me in the direction
As a compass that encompasses
The planet

The spirit of the sphere
On which we are planted
Our actions sprouted
And let the vineyard
Of our positive deeds
Offer drink
And the fields yield
So we can eat
And let the storm water them
This time
Let more goodness be born

On a thirsty and hungry world
On which they belong
Let us be strong
And tend to the garden
That was begun
And every plant in it
Brings us closer
To plentiful
Abundance