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Tallis and Tefillin: Breathing Interconnectedness

Person sitting on a bench, wearing a prayer shawl, holding an open book with Hebrew text.
 
Touching this feels like a lifeline,
connected.
I hear Barbra singing Poppa.
I see her at the Statue of Liberty in Yentl.
I see my Grandpa Ben,
and
I feel him kissing me on the keppee.
Ah, there’s my grandfather, my namesake,
Louis
Elijah,
Eliyahu
Ayelet.
Connected,
touching this tallis feels like a lifeline.
 
This tallis I wrap,
wrapped and feeling warm.
It is the warmth of a hand.
This hand,
his hand,
as we sat in the pew.
The big hand on his suit pant covered knee,
fingers ever so slightly moving threads,
over and under the knots,
touching the tzitzit,
counting two by two
while sitting in the pew,
looking for the thread that’s blue.
The warmth,
wrapped,
feelings,
connected.
 
The hug with the tinge of Old Spice.
The glow of knowing your tallis.
The one well worn,
in your own religious ways,
and those eight pm Sundays.
Evenings we drove
to minyan,
to count to ten
men.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
OK? Yes.
Minyan let’s begin.
It was our time.
And though, back then,
I didn’t officially make the quorum.
One day,
they would come to include women.
Counted,
connected
wrapped,
feeling warmth in this tallis and tefillin.
 
This tallis and now Mom has one, too.
She’s here,
we’re here,
with something new.
“What?”you ask.
A guardian angel is in our pew.
Believe in,
believin’
wrapped in tallit and tefillin, anew.
We sit in the pew,
Le Petite Prince and I,
with our seahorse spirit—
Ah—That’s it!
  1. the keypah
  2. the atarah
  3. the tallis
  4. the shel yad
  5. the shel rosh
  6. the tzitzit
  7. the knots
  8. the betrothal
  9. the shema
  10. the four corners
Ah, that’s where I’ll begin.
That’s where I belong,
to count this minyan,
that I’ll wrap myself in.
 
And one day,
I acknowledge,
we’ll be together again.
The lifeline,
that envelopes us,
as this tallis does,
one thread after another,
one generation becomes another,
connected.
 
We are one.
One,
yet not alone.
We’ve shone,
from star to star,
near and far,
shining,
intertwining,
touching,
connecting.
This tallis,
This tefillin,
this angel,
believe In,
believing.
Because one day, I know,
come rain, sun or snow,
my kids will touch these too,
while counting threads
in a pew
with you.

 

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