Dedicated to Rabbi Yael Levi for her comfortÂ
and Dael Adams for her tenderness
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Beneath the cracking of our foundation
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There is a matrix.
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A matrix built
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Root by root
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Descendants of the names.
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And from those roots
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Comes a sprouting
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Where I have been called to stand.
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Judaism cannot remain still.
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It was created to move.Â
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Decreed when traveling,Â
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Utensils were to be covered,
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Under a skin of beauty.
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When the Mishkan journeys
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The Levites will take it down.
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When the Mishkan encamps
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The Levites shall erect it.
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And though there be forces,
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Seemingly against us,
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From all around,
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In colors lit on breast-plate,
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Oh, holy collective,
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By white light shimmering
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Flowing from The One,Â
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Whether moving or tranquil,
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For both have been before,
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We shall remain.
We are protected.