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True – but I think people confuse violations of halacha with heteirim. No one has any obligation to be machmir ever, but there are times when people violate halacha and call it a kulah or say they found a heter. In addition, being maikil can lead to violations of halacha so one must be careful.
Tell your problem to someone who you respect and who you care what they think of you – and tell her you’ll report to her every day whether you slipped up or not. It really works!
Where can you find out what time chatzos (halayala?) is? Are there any websites that say?
I hardly think it’s appropriate to mock/ make light of a passuk from Tanach – whether or not we feel ourselves to be on the level of fully keeping it.
I blindly hold
Onto Your hand
As You steadily
Lead the way
I tightly grasp
Your solid palm
Stumbling along
Arm in arm
You lead me through
With steps so strong.
Following along
Sometimes I stumble
Sometimes I trip
And Your hand
Raises me high
Wipes off my wounds
With lessons learned.
As the road
Meanders along
Sometimes I feel
The path is wrong
Or upside down
But yet
You continue
Plowing along
Ignoring
My tormented cries.
But sometimes
When we reach
The top of a hill
You grant me
A moment
To rest
And peer down
At the rocky
Bumpy
Terrain
That brought us
This high.
And then
I understand
Why I needed
All the
Scratches
And bruises
Bumps
And scuffles
And even
Breaks
And sprains
And then
For the stability
Of Your
Guiding hand.
And so
Right now
When the sun
Is down
The moon
Is low
The stars
Flicker out
When jagged
Rocks
Pierce
Deep
Within
My eyes
And squeeze
Them shut
And focus
On the warmth
And strength
Of Your guiding hand
With mine.
The wheel of time
Ticks slowly by
Moving past me
Ignoring my cry
All hop aboard
Along its track
Left stuck, left back
Watching it fade
Longing for those
Aboard while I wait
The wrenching pain
The questions why
Am I standing still
While time flies by
One by one
On they all move
But I remain
Stuck in my groove
The cycle of life
Holds them fast
While I remain
Part of the past
I chase I run
Wish deep in my heart
To join the cycle
Of time, to take part
Yet here I am
Stuck in place
Desperately pleading
To join the race
To please move on
Go with the flow
Oh please Hashem
Just let me go!
This is from She’arim B’tefilla
Every single tear is counted and treasured by Hakadosh Baruch Hu and saved and stored until it is needed.
observanteen
I like your poem – it’s true – it’s so easy to disregard people who have so much depth and so many qualities…
Everyone who feels yichus doesn’t matter – when you will have a child in shidduchim and you are offered two equally suitable prospects but one has yichus and the other doesn’t – which one would you choose and WHY??
Sometimes, at times
Seems black as night
Bleakness ahead
And nothing seems right
Forlorn, forsaken
Bereft, despair
Sorrow, sadness
Too much to bear
Deep, drawn
Despondent, down
Misery, gloomy
Perpetual frown
Confused as to why
Emotions arrive
Logically happy
To just be alive
An inkling, a clue
To their source unknown
Glimmering glimpses
Occasionally shown
Figure it out
A mysterious glow
A secret so hidden
Can hope can dream
But keep all inside
Tormented emotions
All hidden inside
But Hashem
Understands
Just where
I stand
He can help
He can care
With Him
I can share
For Him
I entrust
As unburden
I must
Tatty knows
Tatty cares
I cry
Tatty hears
He hugs
He protects
Caresses
Holds me erect
Comforts my soul
Endows me with strength
Will help me through this dark
Whatever its length
Why should it matter??? You’re marrying a person – not his father, grandfather… If the person has good middos and the right hashkafos – why should his yichus matter?
Everything someone goes through improves them. Think of this as a growth experience – of course you’d rather that it never happened but once it did – learn what you could and move on. You’ll be much stronger this way than having been innocent – at least you went through this now and you got over it already. Daven to Hashem to purify your neshama and don’t ever do anything “impure” again… hatzlacha!