Near

By Ashrei (Ima Sari Wisenthal)

Near - AI generated art

Death is near.

I feel it here.

Sneaking around.

Awaiting its time.

The depth of sorrow, 

The gravity of this hole,

A pathway of weights,

To extract the soul from its flesh.

Take me down, lower still,

Free my essence from this pointless ordeal. 

Take me down,

Lower,

Heal,

Kill my body,

But let me feel.

Free my soul,

Untether my will. 

Let me soar,

Collect me,

Gather me into You,

Let me by Your wind - without this body. 

Like vultures,

They feed on my kindness, 

They rip my love apart.

They see the light and fight over it,

They are too stubborn, too stuck,

Too small to understand.

Let them suffer in their creations, 

Let them feel the hell of their formation,

Stop, G-d, please stop placing their mistakes on me. 

This world is not mine, I am not without love.

I am Your wind, please, G-d, please take me back. 

I cannot do this without my own compassion;

Stop hiding me, isolating me,

I grow in light, watered by love.

So take me away, G-d,

I've had enough. 

Make these demons, G-d, 

make them give back,

Or take me back Yourself. 

Something has to break, 

Don't let it be me - again. 

G-d, please, for there is nothing left to shatter, 

And yet I break and feel this pain. 

Take me, G-d, give me the love they hold back,

Take me in, in ways they fear -

Take me to the edge and free my soul,

leave my body, keep it unseen,

Extract me from their sins. 

Drown me in Your wings,

Let me once more return to being only -

Your wind.