Talents, an electrifying charge of power, profusely oozing out of the one's He's blessed with certain uncanny awestriking thunderbolts.
But in the glorious pursuit of self-gratification, the self is essentially vapor and all our greatness a blip in existence.
Many great men have arrived and departed.
But among them the greatest are the ones from Torah like Abraham, Moses and King David who knew the magnanimous immortal being of Hashem, who holds our fragile bodies in place until we turn to dust.
To Him we pledge Allegiance; There is NO other.
A Collage of the Invisible God
I envisioned a figure with all weapons,
Remembered the Revolutionary writing on the wall
The Most Nuclear ruinous collage
To the Creator of all Weapons we're indeed too small.
I envisioned a figure with instruments sublime
I saw verses engraved, yes, verses that rhyme
Most synchronistic amalgamation of all Psalms
To this Creator I'm a little drum and Chime.
I envisioned a stormy tempestuous wind
A mighty earthquake taking away my breathe
To all calamitous evil decrees there will be an end
There will be Hashem subduing ill-fated death.
To all this veiled truth I was asleep
To a phony material realm that's within limits
Digging deeper under my pillow do I see
I'm still safe with some scriptural chits.
Our enemies, yes, the adversarial foe
Elite Multitude gathered in like a single man
I again revisited the writing on the wall,
Another besieged & humiliated deadbeat Clan.
