Likutei Shirim

Hashem, I've walked this path Of counting every day, Of doing my best to get rid of All that stands in the way. The count is almost over, But I am still far from ready, So please be my staff to lean on When I feel lost and unsteady, Please help me on the fiftieth day To truly receive the Torah, And to find my place in the Torah, And to find my place in the ranks Of those who spread the Torah.

I want to live life that is full of light, I want to have days that are long and bright, To fashion day even out of night...

Again, the Three Weeks are here. My home without music feels spooky. But, Hashem, I know You, too, are here, So let me comforted by Your Presence And not by comforting sounds.