Devoid of distraction
That tells us we are something other
Than what we thought we are,
I sense the soil,
Still, within my mouth.
It is not a surprise, really,
That we all find ourselves,
Naked, and standing
At the pinnacle of our private SinaiAccording to the Torah, God, in the presence of the Jewish people, gave Moses the Torah on Mount Sinai (Har Sinai).,
Holding out the clothes
To whomever might fit them better.
Anger is a wretched thing.
Lonely, made lonelier still –
Because of its cost.
We underestimate, some times, the power of ritual:
Ritual that comes with our mother’s milk
Ritual that holds out a destination,
And from such a distance.
An Angel arrives to remind,
“Grief comes with question?
“What is this stuff of grief;
“From whence does it come?”
My father didn’t offer me many wisdoms,
And most of those,
Barukh HaShemLit. The Name, referring to the ineffable name of God; used as a substitute for any of the more sacred names of God when not speaking in prayer. Particularly used in conversation.,
I have almost out-grown.
But there is one that stuck:
One he would always came back to say
More times than I would need a reminder.
“Anger is just a whole lotta hurt.”
He knew that I “got him.”
We must remember:
Anger struck the rock
But it was also anger
Releasing a spring
Of satisfying need.
And yes, it hurt.
Undeniably, wrought damage.
But MosheThe quintessential Jewish leader who spoke face to face with God, unlike any other prophet, and who freed the people from Egypt, led them through the desert for forty years, and received the Torah on Mt. Sinai. His Hebrew name is Moshe. was informed
Of what his sentence would be.
He wouldn’t quite make it there.
Maybe some things need
A little more time to heal.
But, nevertheless,
At least,
He was still allowed to travel.
