Can you imagine if it all came to be?

Prophecies and promises, sweetness and peace-

I know it’s hard to see it now,

As we all sit in this pit of darkness with pits in our stomachs,

But what if we are on the verge of something new?

It’s hard to envision a different kind of existence,

We are so habituated to an older system,

As ancient as our humanity,

That has sustained us, but has left us bereft and missing.

What if we did challenge the preconceived notions?

And fought the great battles of good and evil,

And broke through fractured systems,

And rebuilt something wondrous?

Something elevated and transcendent,

Golden and gleaming on that holy hilltop,

Reflecting the best of everything old,

And the glory of everything that can be new.

Just imagine the light that would show us the truth,

The sounds that would refresh our spirit,

The smells that would satisfy every human soul,

The smiles on every face as all our needs are met.

No more conflict and chaos.

No more pain and poverty.

No more lies and manipulations.

No more suffering and starvation.

No more fear.

Just bliss.

Just awe.

Just knowing.

Just joy.

Wouldn’t our feet be light on the wind?

Voices joined in unison,

Singing an eternal song of oneness,

Timbrels raised in ecstasy.

Down here, in the darkness of our time,

I close my eyes and see what could be.

I see myself, will I be older? Softened by relief and release?

I wonder what will be asked of me to help build it.

But right now, are we here purely to suffer, or witness suffering?

How can we know how to fix the world

If we haven't seen it break?

Are you thinking about what you have to offer to the healing of the world?

The story is not over,

but I can taste that we are close to its ending.

The transition is so painful,

we are being stretched beyond our human limits.

Have we become accustomed to swift right turns,

And shackles that suddenly become unchained?

Waking in the midst of miraculous moments,

Outcomes that defy odds and infinite speculations?

Are we ready for the big one?

When the whole world becomes unrecognizable-

Hands extended across aisles and oceans in friendship,

Arms lifted up towards the heavens in thanksgiving?

So when I struggle to breathe through the headlines and h*rror,

I sip from this vision that tastes so sweet.

Ani maamim beemunah shalaimah,

Biviet Hamashiach-

Ani maamim.