Thursday, April 17, 2014

Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why

Tehillim 22 A Lesson on Futility –Why We Need to Ask Why 
                              By Evelyn Hayes Pesach, 5774,  2014–04–16
Dear Gd, Why have You forsaken me?
Dear Gd, why aren’t You saving us?
Don’t You see my plight in the day and night?
Don’t You see their wrongs, the shame?
The Jew they blame.

Dear Gd, Why is this time different?
Dear Gd, Why are You indifferent?
All seeing, Israel trusted and You delivered them.
All knowing, I trust that You know and will stop prime evil
The Jew You bore.

Dear Gd, Save me from Yismael and Esau, Don’t let me decay
Dear Gd, Why do You hide Your face,
I am so pained,  A victim of their sword,
The lion, the dog, the horns of the reimim, the wild horde,
I am the Jew who hopes.

Dear Gd, It’s You I praise
Dear Gd, I will mend my ways
Don’t You want the Jew to be forever?
Don’t You see that he is never and will I be next?
There’ll be one Jew less.

Dear Gd, A Pesach sacrifice,
Dear Gd, Your people are despised.
Arise,  give us back our love, our land, Eretz Hakodesh
Arise,  give us Your blessings and protection
The Jew pledges righteousness.

Dear Gd, A Pesach exodus.
Dear Gd, Let our people renew their dreams
Dear Gd, Let Your people be redeemed
Let there be veneration for You and pride in us.
The Jew will seed another generation.

Dear Gd, there’s so much in our past
Dear Gd, the trials and tributes
Reflection, Introspection, determination
Not termination
The Jew will be Israel again.

By Yaakovs, Yosefs, Davids, Shlomos, Moshe Rabbeinu
By Torah affirmation, tehillim, truth
With Your aid, we will know victory
With Your strengthening, we will know victory
The Jew who follows You will lead the world. 

Friday, April 4, 2014

METZORAH, PURIFICATION, SPRING CLEANING, PESACH By Evelyn Hayes, April 3, 2014

METZORAH,  PURIFICATION,  SPRING CLEANING,  PESACH
                                                                           By Evelyn Hayes,
                                                                           April 3, 2014
There is rebirth in the air,
Messy afterbirths are everywhere.
Every time we sweep more dried blossoms fall,
more shrivelilngs of the birthshell sprinkle the Jerusalem floors

How much debris from rebirth?
How much waste to purify the earth?
A metzora is outside the gate
Cleaning up his fate without talking it to sway..

Alone with his introspection
Reflection on rejections
The deficiency is isolated, not pardoned with affirmations of disinformations
To be reinstated from the core not the infiltrations of saying for delaying. .

Return is back into the borders
Taking orders of all the Cohanim for just himself
A punishment for selfishness, stinginess and excuses
By gossiping on the ruses.

Return with sin offerings, guilt offerings,
Swinging birds and turtle doves, lambs for lament;
Immersions into mikveh
Scrubbbing out the chometz, the mold, the should not be told.

A service before Hashem not them
Who pose as friends so he could be an over-seen
An offering for a healing away from the mingling, mangled ,
the wheeling and dealing under cloak of  screen.

There is rectification for the metsora, the house, the walls, the halls, all
There is a spring to cleaning, shaving hair and waving…
Purifying middle part of ear, thumb of right hand, toe of right foot.
The simanim, the secret of seven and Marchesvan 11.

Is the cleaning sufficient to fix his ways
The exile for seven days
And the dancing with Gd on the eighth
What does the crimson string have to do with it?

There is an exodus this time of year
Washing, wiping, stripping
All the chometz over soaked and dripping
There is more daylight in spring, Without darkness they don’t dare.

 There is freedom this time of year, primavera
Having isolated the germ-in-us
 Terminated chummery and calumny
Reviving the hibernated, the pure core.

So bright are the days of exodus
When the introspect is free of me-ists and their lusts
When the introspect is sanctified against malignancy
When the world knows His regency. Him, not them 


Thursday, February 27, 2014

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.
I pretended I did not hear.
I pretended I did not know.
 I pretended I wasn’t there.
I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-
So smug and cruel
Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.
I pretended there was some glad.
I pretended they were right.
I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed.
Shame, I wasn’t a fool:
There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.
I pretended I was not irresponsible.
I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander
And I saw the sadness from their madness
And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.
And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,
 from such cruelty without restraint.
And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.
It was too late.
Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,
a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered
And there would have been another fate
A better act than hate.
But I had failed to react
And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.
I could have been a righteous friend
And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 
I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 
riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done
Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…
I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.
I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware
And I cared but did nothing
And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.
I failed the test of reaction, action.
I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.
I did not fight for right.
I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.
I failed the test.

Will I be next? 



Monday, February 24, 2014

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE

I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014
I PRETENDED I DID NOT SEE
By Evelyn Hayes,
Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable.
© February 24, 2014

I pretended I did not see.
I pretended I did not hear.
I pretended I did not know.
 I pretended I wasn’t there.
I pretended I was not we.

And I saw the bullying, the slandering, the intimidating, the vicious thuggery-
So smug and cruel
Against the rules.

I pretended it wasn’t so bad.
I pretended there was some glad.
I pretended they were right.
I pretended majority means truth -so what if they are uncouth!

And I saw the ruthlessness, the abusiveness, the comradery against their ridiculed, boycotted, spurned.
Shame, I wasn’t a fool:
There was a duel against righteousness.

I pretended as their brazenness got more evil, inconceivable, more provocative, more distasteful, less lawful.

I pretended I was not responsible.
I pretended I was not irresponsible.
I pretended I was innocent Just a bystander
And I saw the sadness from their madness
And I saw the tears from the jeering, jabbing, jabbering, damaging demented actions.
And I saw no smiles nor gladness, just stress and strain, loneliness, loss,
 from such cruelty without restraint.
And when  I thought, “So Shameful” It was too late.

The pain had been too great.
It was too late.
Because of the meanness of those ravaging against correctness,
a royalty for such a comradery created  such dejectedness

And I reflected: I could have interfered
And there would have been another fate
A better act than hate.
But I had failed to react
And I cried, tried to hide that I could have done something.
I could have been a righteous friend
And not let there be such an end to innocence, uniqueness, blessedness, dreams so grand. 
I could have stopped the recklessness, the offensive. Oppressive. Massiveness, divisiveness of a misguided majority 
riding on the power of disempowerment for an unheavenly stake.

If only I had done what I could, what I should have done
Against what I saw, heard, witnessed, knew…
I pretended and now I know I am guilty too.
I would have made a difference if not pretending indifference.

I pretended, but I was aware
And I cared but did nothing
And the victim is now nothing, is no more. Is no more.
I failed the test of reaction, action.
I did not give support. I did not retort. I did not report the crime.
I did not fight for right.
I did not make an alliance against noncompliance, violence, wrong.
I failed the test.

Will I be next? 


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

From Concept to Conception By Evelyn Hayes (c) February 19, 2013




From Concept to Conception
By Evelyn Hayes
(c) February 19, 2013

A disunity among disunities
Chaos without clarity
Clashing, trashing, crashing, mashing
Mind and Matter
Bits and Pieces
Finds and Refinements
Worries and Discoverings

A flood of happenings fertilizing a wasteland;
Meaning from meaninglessness
Learning from the bitter taste of hostility and haste
Building from the disability of dis-enablement

A blossom from wretchedness
And a desire to pass the test
Of making the detestable acceptable
In another form,
A pleasant form
A fertile form
A weeding form using seeds and sense
To defend the defiled

A protrusion from erosion, corruption and corrosion
A rectification by right of wrong
Barrenness cracked open
Hacked and hoed, birthing and growing
Blossoming into a beginning
Ending all the endings
Fixing broken hearts and sad souls
From dead ends

To turning the bend
And extending lost starts,
Over tossed,
Failing all of us
The ailing caused by take and unmake

A conception, rebirth, un-skinning the schemers
Replacing schemes with dreams,
the ancient dreams that did not die
though killed, unfulfilled,
stilled
only to be reborn
by the stubbornness of trying again
because Hashem’s way is the winning way for life’s sake.
L’chaim

From Concept to Conception
For Eternity
Internalized
Risen and rising
Raising all the impossibilities to the possible
Because the heavens and earth
Mind and body
Mental and physical
Are a unification for unity
With purity and perfection for all
Forevermore
According to the directions of The Director,
His theme and us, His team
Harvesting His concepts into His conception
Generating Genesis.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Turning Darkness into His Light - Tehillim Therapy #57© July 4, 2011

(c) July 4, 2011

I plea to be spared more distress

as those who steal

have no shame to lie

as the magnitude of the pain they cause is not comprehended

and the damages are ignored

the twisting of my days

the destroying of my nights

all for their personal gain, no matter the crime,

because of their assumed status, their costume.


Favor me, O L-rd.

Eradicate evil and all its pain.

Replace it with good

in the merit of those who serve You not for themselves

but for the betterment of Klal Yisrael

for truth

seeking justice and peace

with kindness and love.


Comfort me who suffers and only believes in Your ways of Derech Eretz

as lived by the Matriarchs and Patriarchs,

our role models,

for the good of the world You created and saw it was good.


Have mercy, O L-rd.

Disconnect me from the horrors of evil men

who only believe in themselves

choosing untruths above your basic laws

no matter who they harm.

Their tongues are so crooked , a shell for their crimes.

Protect me from their victimizations and the silence of the masses

who do not risk getting involved

thus compounding the crime,

thus bowing to please the unjust.


My soul and heart seek the comfort of Mother Rachel

to whom You promised her tears to be rewarded.

Too long, I am suffocating by the abuse of the crooked,

the lack of involvement and appeasement of the masses.

I am crying sleepless in the night, blurry eyed in the dawn,

tired during the day, a victim of the takers and their untruths,

the time it takes to rectify, losing my youth, my health and pleasant innocence.

but my heart is steadfast and believes in Your kindness,

and that truth will prevail;

Let it be soon.


Let my enemies be eradicated, ensnared in their own traps.

Let my anguish be replaced with the rest of my years

in the embrace of the good You created and blessed,

harvesting for Your will that will bring Your people back to Gan Eden



Thursday, April 14, 2011

"Plagues Here, Plagues There, 2011",

Plagues Here. Plagues There, 2011"

(c) April 13, 2011

by Evelyn Hayes,

Author of the Plague Series because their hearts were softened to accept the unacceptable


It is just 10 years since terror went through the 101st floor

and knocked the Twin Towers down like a deck of cards;

yet, the hearts of the world are softened again

for more and more and more...

Why such liberalism?


Blood is plague one for Jews, Coptics, Africans, Buddhists, Hindus

even Arabs as the armada is spread by Haman'jihad of Iran

the one in this generation who would destroy His world,

your world, their worlds because of softness,

loftiness that only some have purple blood and red gets dead ...


Frogs are plague two as firemen and service me and bankers and bakers and

media men leap to the demands

of those demanding Our World disordered.


Vermin are plague three and the flotillas are just barging along

delivering weapons for massive destructions

by air, land, sea and tunnels

flying, marchin, sailing and crawling,

drugged to the tune of a tsunami of oil gougers in league with the lawless.

Beep your horn louder; Staying still costs!


Pestilence are plague four, and there's not just germ warfare;

it's nuclear threats and thrashes and earthshakes

and some skins do not even cringe as Durban is re-happening.

Yes, that same Durban dashed to ashes on 9/11.


Boils are the bursts from embroilments and deaths so soon forgotten

causing more deaths in a slow war spreading fast

with revolutions in Egypt and Libya, and, and, and...


Hail are the missiles growing in sizes and capacities;

long range, short range, surface to air, ground to grind-


that are raining by the hundreds of hundreds

on Sderot, Ashkelon, Ashdod, even Beersheva and threatening Tel Aviv

that even crashed a Seder in Yad Mordechai and Netanya, too - remember?


Locusts are feeding off the news that that victims are victimizing

as UNESCO calls Ima Rachel's tomb a mosque.

With a name change here like a name change for the People of the Book,

the People of the Land, Jews of Judea,

Mount Zion of the Zionists, Hebron, Joseph's Tomb, David's Tomb.

synagogues, churches, any dhimmi place to be chewed up and dumped,

turnspeaked to give a voice to evil and upheaval.


The disease is a Big Hate with a Big Lie and a Great Darkness

when far sight isn't foresight

like remembering the Holocaust and not connecting the dots:

Haj al Husseini of the 1929 massacres... Hitler and the breaking of glass, gassing and burning and mass graving...Haman'jihad, Havez...hell...

Gassed babies slid down the shoots for their mothers to bury,

decapitated babies, shot in car seats and as fetuses in their mother's wombs.

Remember the Egyptians who emured babies by cementing them into pyramids,

the Mohammedans who chopped to pieces Asma bas Marwan of Medina

while she in her tent was nursing her baby.


When blindness is a disconnection of visions and decisions

as the first civillized nation of Israel lets Hashem be taken out of Abraham

and lets Ibraim rant and rave and enslave all the peoples

for petro-cost and immobility and toil and terror.


As they attack the firstborn, Israel, the good ideologies...

As the blossoms are reborn in spring:

Revival is a sign of survival.

So it's time to shout for the acceptable, the gifts of Hashem

and split the ravages of travesties, eliminate tragedies,

choose the rod of the Creator

and whack off the head of the snake that beheads babies, misleaders and fools

and follow the path of our Forefathers

and treasure what they found.


The routes of the past are the roots of the future.


It's time to say yes to Jerusalem, Hebron, Beis Lechem, Itamar, Shiloh, Gamla and Susiya.

It's time to say yes, and choose the ways of G-d,

here, there, everywhere.

His lease is a lasso for unity and community,

multiplication of justification for The Just.

His lease is a testimony for triump, life and liberty with Truth and Torah.

His lease is His will, an eternal birthright for those with mezuzzahs on their doorposts.

This year for Hashem, Jerusalem, Israel