Purim Breathes Into Pesakh

light skinned woman with short blondish hair standing at the shor with arms wide open and sun shining on her face
Every year,
In its twelfth month,
As Ruakh playfully begins
To blow hametz 
Out of our soul,
We are afforded
The twist of surprise
To invert every descent
Into its truest
The laser-edge
Of joy
Severs off
What had threatened
To kill us,
As laughter 
Becomes King
With Keter
As crown.
Nestled in prayer,
I did not expect
My overarching
Response to spinal surgery
To be one of
Gratitude and love,
Humility and joy.
What had been hidden
Became revealed
As the key 
To our people’s 
Millenia of survival.
We know the story
Is not over
Until the blessing
Has been found,
Intoxicated joy
Flowing freely
Upon generations:
Upon simkhah,
In celebration
Of what it means
To be become
Truly alive,
In the knowledge
That we know
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