Gestation

From Hands She was delivered.

With arms She was received.

 

Torah.

 

Bejeweled crown removed,

Yet never cast aside.

Gently laid down 

In tenderness, disrobed.

The desire to be known 

Arching toward the desire to know.

Her branches unfurled,

With parchment legs opened,

Yad, caressing wide.

 

Giver.

Receiver.

Conjoined in coaxing

Her mysteries, 

Ever renewed 

Yet, still to be revealed.

 

Tree of Life.

 

In the middle of Her heartwood,

Her heart:

Tiferet.

 

In the center of Tiferet,

Aleph:

The silence.

 

Brushing against the core of all that is silent, 

Coursing between sanctified

Healing notes,

Breathed in perfect harmonies 

On high,

For six days,

One broken letter,  

Found in The Name.

 

Hei 

Comes whispered in low tones 

Heard best by a Mother,

Nearby,

And all around,

The Immanent:

Shekhinah. 

 

Cradled in this World, 

The Kingdom, Malkhut,

All organs, 

Mitzvot, 

Rukhama’s blessed fruit.

Revolving, 

Evolving, 

Cycles of seven

And seven times seven,

And seven times seven times seven,

All good acts of this co-creation 

Bound together 

In cords of compassion

Until all is rendered whole,

All worlds restored,

All time replete:

Until this birthing

In splendid glory,

Arrives fulfilled,

Alights complete.