B"H

Oct. 30th, 1st of Cheshvan

B"H

Some days, you feel like
A million scholars
Everything makes sense
Spiritual, symbolic

But others are harder
And life hits you
Over and over

If some days you fly
There will be others
Where you land hard
On land, and remember

That the world
Can be cruel
The grind knocks you down
To the ground
And you feel like
A stranger

This place it seems backwards
Can make you feel bitter
Seems none of it matters
And you feel so little

These times are essential
As well
To find treasure in trouble
Is to reveal

That even us heathens
Are searching for meaning
And will transform the treason
Even when it's not convenient

And finding, silver linings
Polishing 'till they are shining
Makes the rain, a source of food
Even the cloud, brightens

For whatever reasons
The diamonds are covered
In dirt

Accepting the challenge
Is channeling heart
From the hurt

The harder it is
The more it is worth
Make this house a home
Turn war into warmth

Some days you feel like
you've had it
On those days be grateful
you have it

When it's hard to find it
It's a rarity
Gives peace, harmony
And serenity

Some days are
harder than others
Withstand
Recover
I hope you find
Comfort