I confess: The Rabbis terrify me.
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Because when I read between the lines of their rulings,
I am reminded of my own mastery.
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That I am here.Â
Alive. Breathing life into my own verses.
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And all the while, reading the ancient language to make sense of theirs.
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I was never supposed to stumble across their words… or even my own.Â
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But through the accident of birth and the collision between my living and being,
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I find myself the recipient of something I was never supposed to reach.Â
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But through my own willing, cleaving, and searching,
I have wrapped my struggle around myself like the embrace of the tallit.
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As if to say,Â
“Yes. I am deserving.“
Of the learning. Â
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The blessing of the teaching.
And the honor it is to teach.