Come here, to the hardened heart;
The heart of pain and fear;
Confusion and loss;
Arrogance and hubris.
Come, here, to the hardened heart
So that you will know,
I am in all places.
The blood on the door frames
Of our private Mitzrayim
Has turned to letters.
And from the letters
Comes the first born –
V’Ahavta.
Love.
The first step in my leaving,
The first step in my coming home;
Love.
The first step
Toward the hardened heart.
The first step
In knowing Echad.Â
