בס״ד
Terumah
The cheruvim slowly emerge,
from hammered gold, the dust of the earth,
the forged crust of the Aron itself.
They gaze softly, face to face,
through burnished eyes,
golden-feathered wings outspread,
a chuppah, gleaming, untarnished.
As if to say,
though adorned in Egypt’s trinkets,
love is the essential treasure,
around which to build,
a mishkan.
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