It is a cosmic principle.
The Eternal Mystery,
Moves and flows
As waters from
A well, a stream, a rock,
A mikveh,
Tears.
Not everything
Will make sense
Because the shift
Has not been
Entirely stilled.
We have not yet
Arrived.
We are in the process
Of arriving.
There comes a time,
In most of our lives,
When what has fed us
Becomes unpalatable:
When manna
Is no longer enough.
We do not want
To be vapidly filled.
We want to be nourished.
We want to,
Need to,
Must strive to,
Sate ourselves
With sustenance
That meets
Our need.
My mother
Has returned to
From where
My provision comes.
It falls to me,
To look upon
The staff
Raised up,
To be healed,
To produce,
To create,
To participate
More fully,
In what will become
A landscape
Of greater
Substance.
My own
Unveiled,
Promised,
Promising,
Milk and honey.
