It is the eighth day,
Hesed Sh’b’ Gevurah,
It is Parsha Shemini.
It is offerings.
It is life
And death
And blood
And sprinkling.
It is stench.
It is incense.
It is fire.
And it is holy.
It is fire
Raining down on alter
And fire pans.
It is consumption;
But is it fury?
Is it the end?
Beyond the realm of seven’s creation,
Perhaps it is there,
In that place that has yet to be imagined,
That Nadab and Abihu
Went to expand.
Why should we fear?
When what we can have
Is Yirah?
