Shemos

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Shemos

Desperately she wracks her brains,

For a way to save the infant,

If Pharaoh’s henchmen find him,

They will drown him in an instant.

She harks back to the parsha,

Of that primeval patriarch,

Righteous Noach and the flood,

With clay and pitch he sealed an ark.

If Noach’s tevah rescued,

Every beast and all humanity,

Perhaps it too could save her son,

From a watery calamity.

She entrusts a basket to the reeds,

Lays the baby on his back,

She seals it tight and prays that he,

Will reach his Ararat.

Water can bring life or death,

Which one will G-d bestow…

Then, behold, the river lays him,

In the arms of bas Pharaoh.