Art by Linda Zahavi
Mayim rabim lo yuchlu l’chabot et ahavah / Un’harot lo yish’t’puha.
Vast floods cannot quench love;
rivers cannot drown its life-weaving power.
rivers cannot drown its life-weaving power.
Such a force of nature, Love,
a steady flow
swift as the turning seasons,
the waxing and waning tides
signal its omnipresence.
a steady flow
swift as the turning seasons,
the waxing and waning tides
signal its omnipresence.
So slippery, Love,
forever shape-shifting:
dew, a cascading waterfall,
a torrent of overwhelm,
a still pool of unproved depth
on which to float easy as a drifting leaf and as delicate,
raging to a torrent,
shrinking to the merest trickle outlined in a streambed
the potential of a rain-filled cloud.
forever shape-shifting:
dew, a cascading waterfall,
a torrent of overwhelm,
a still pool of unproved depth
on which to float easy as a drifting leaf and as delicate,
raging to a torrent,
shrinking to the merest trickle outlined in a streambed
the potential of a rain-filled cloud.
The lower world calls to the upper,
waiting,
hanging,
on a word.
waiting,
hanging,
on a word.
