Vayikra

 בס״ד

Vayikra

Upon the sacrificial lamb,

two hands rest,

with a sense of regret, 

for that act, and this.

Sanctifying through touch,

and with bracha,

like waving the Kohain,

or blessing the children.

Warmth, tangible as breath,

a fluttering of life,

each padded finger caressing,

every woolen curl.

Between penitent and korban,

at this poignant, tactile moment,

a shimmer of no substance,

 passes.

A tear is shed,

anointed now is the emissary,

the shaliach, bearing away error,

like the shearing off of fleece.