A sadness unlike Hannah wailing
Or bottled tears of worn out travellers in the psalms
A sadness that precedes deliverance
That troubles the senses like a muddled fog
Confusing us and making us yearn for the sight of what comes after
(Clouds of glory, not clouds of obstruction.
Please, G-d).
May we demystify the fog,
Go out in search of that place “afar off”
Like Abraham.
And with the promise of Shekhinah
Seek out the mountain where G-d does dwell.
And where cloud cover
Nor the mortal haze of human beings
Masks the certainty of the way forward.
