I Miss This; A Utopian Dream

By Ashrei (Ima Sari Wisenthal)

I Miss This; A Utopian Dream AI generated art

I miss this.

I don't know how to let this go.

I'm trying,

but it's so hard.

I still feel so alone. 

So small.

Insignificant to all.

I am nothing but dust,

How I wish to ride the winds,

To feel true freedom, 

To let my particles breathe.

How I wish to expand, 

Until I'm ripped out of this limiting body,

Feel the size of infinity, 

Whisk me through divinity. 

I wish to touch the light,

Be the light that hovers,

Be the wind that covers,

Your creation will shine.

Take me.

Breathe me.

Bring me to life.

Not in this narrow existence, 

But in the abyss of dark lights.

How comforting it is,

To lay in the shadow of your sounds, 

To hold to the vibration of your words,

To melt into the sensation of your melody. 

Bring me to light

Bring me to the real life

Birth my soul into Your Palace,

Make me rejoice in Your Name,

Make our unity become uncovered. 

Like a shaking of a tablecloth, off our Holy tables,

Make all the crumbs of sin and evil shaken - away;

Cleanse this world, if not for me, for Your children,

Purify our hearts, if not for Your children, for Your benefit.

For I feel the pain You have when you bear it.

Your winds look bare, but my desert exposed it.

I will hold the pain for you, just let all goodness be seen,

Let families unite, let the wounded heal.

Let the misguided cease their minds,

Let those beyond hearing be swallowed by their pride.

Let them fall into pits of their own despair, 

And cover over their hate so we will never again hear it.

Cleanse words of evil that were said,

Clear all lies spun against us,

Give my yearning soul some peace - it is time to save us all! 

For it has been thousands of years since you have made us;

Suffer we did, over and over

Cycles of pain, waves of sorrow and horror.

Again and again, we set tables to remember, 

Opened our books, recommitted to Your service. 

From generations of deaths to generations of murder,

From the darkness of Your people to the torture of us all - caught - fought - begged for freedom.

Hear us now - establish Your Kingdom!

From all four corners, carry us on Your winds,

Cover us with safety, hold us under Your wings. 

For there is no other way to end this, without the safety You provide,

If we all take one deep breath, in Your name, will you help us live this utopian dream?