A Poem of Light

The world still may be dark
Full of deceit and trickery.
The world still may be physical
Attached to itself and its jewelry.
The world may be many a thing,
and it all may be perfectly true,
But I am not part of that world, you see,
I have something worthy t' pursue.

My cause isn't for me,
This work is not my ideal of fun.
But the good which will come out of it-
Will truly benefit everyone.
All will open their eyes
They'll gaze all around and see
The world is not really horrible,
It's actually quite G-dly.

Our efforts are very applaudable,
The seeds we've planted have grown.
The world's a whole lot better now
It's G-d's prosperous home.

Moshiach

Within each thing we behold, the moshiach dwells, like the embryo waiting to break out of its egg. In the rhythm of a dandelion shivering in the breeze, in the eyes of the children we raise, in the goals we make in life, in the machines we use and the art we create, in the air we breathe and the blood rushing through our veins.

When the world was made, the sages say, the moshiach was the wind hovering over all that would be.

Today, those who know to listen can hear his voice beckoning, "Do not let go of me after all these ages! For the fruit of your labor and the labor of your holy mothers and fathers is about to ripen."

The listening alone is enough to crack the shell of the egg.

--from Chabad.org

Lights

Light up the lights!
Each Jew a burning ember,
add fuel and watch it soar upwards.
Illuminate the darkness.
Tap into the oil reserve in your soul.
Burn the bad, use it to warm the world.
Flickering flames, licking and dancing
Join together, bonfire.
Raise the torch.
Illuminate the darkness.
Light up others, bring them in.
A cozy, laughing stove.
Nothing will put us out.
Raise to great heights, leave this world.
Light up the world, proclaim the new month,
a new era.
Moshiach is here!
Rise your light
Atop a mountaintop.