Vayakhel/Pekudei

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Vayakhel/Pekudei

Fear can unify,

so can love.

The one can lead to an eggel,

perhaps a tower of Bavel,

each creative soul lost

to the conformity of

the mob,

and thus doomed

 to crumble.

The other to an eternal mishkan

in which each thread of goat hair

is treasured,

unique,

spun by hand

from a woman’s giving heart,

inspired

with wisdom,

of more value than an entire

golden calf.