It is by means of the dark
That the hidden light can finally be seen;
The light that was always there,
But which seemed absent.
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In the Womb of the Tent of Meeting,
For seven days – completion –
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There was a disrobing;
A divestment of robes
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In order that there be an Investment:
The vestiture of a people with a meaning;
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As close as a breath is away,
Held within silent lettersÂ
Of The Name.
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Avodah – work, worship, service –
Comes into this world
Through human flesh.
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I remember well
My driving need for redemption
For those sacrifices
That were never mine to make.
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The people and MosheÂ
Were disconnected.
The Tent of Meeting
Stood outside of the camp.
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The people did not yet know
They had been forgiven.
All that was neededÂ
Was to accept it.
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Sit.Â
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Sit.Â
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Then sit some more,
Until breathingÂ
Opens to Possibility
In the knowledge of what
We cannot know.
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For who are we, after all,Â
In the Cloud of HaShem’s imagination?
