Tzav

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Tzav

I would not have chosen thus,

Ear and thumb and toe,

To anoint with blood the Kohen,

So kedushah to bestow.

Strong of arm, clear of eye,

Within whose heart love glows,

Legs and back and shoulders broad,

His graceful movements flow.

But that, I think, might be the point,

His avodah is a dance,

A choreography of harmonies,

That can’t be left to chance.

Essential to the symphony,

The Kohen must be nimble,

All his limbs must be in tune,

With harp and song and timbrel.

For this you need an ear to hear,

A thumb to grasp the rhyme,

A toe to tap the rhythm of

A psalm that sings through time.