בס״ד
Bo
at the 49th level of tumah, nothing rises
all that is left - coarseness and sweat
a scorched crust
you will carry this burden - this matzah
a dead weight on your shoulders
beaten down, deflated
you will wend your way in woeful weariness
from west to east - then east to west
yet miraculously, in only 49 days,
not this blistered bark, but -
leavened loaves will be lifted up
the dough, freshly kneaded
given time to rise
בס״ד
Va’era
what has changed, really.
now we are the ones plagued by wild beasts,
blood, and an icy-hot hail of thundering steel.
still suffering from
the same affliction.
believing that the pandemic of hate
has been contained,
going back to sleep.
and then, at midnight,
it is our firstborn who are now stricken,
and we are surprised;
appalled at such barbarity
as if our values are theirs.
and then stubbornly placing our trust
once again
in nations, and generals,
rather than the God of Moses.
בס״ד
Shemos
From sun-baked straw, and Nile mud,
Reddened with our children’s blood,
We cut and kilned our blocks of brick,
Under threat of lash and stick.
Not caring what the slabs were for,
Unlike that tower, in Shinar,
Where they sought to conquer God,
With purpose, hefted high their hods.
The bricks we made, they had no use,
They served to pile on abuse,
To crush us, that’s what was required,
Brick, after sodden brick, we fired.
We worked until our hands were raw,
And then they took away the straw,
With no objective, this decree,
Just to break us, you and me.
O Brick, you misbegotten clone,
Are an impostor, who masquerades as stone,
But the brickwork resting ‘neath God’s feet,
Is of sapphire, with heaven’s light replete*.
* Shemos 24:10, Parshas Mishpatim
בס״ד
Vayechi
With visionless eyes, as the galus grows dark
Yaakov blesses his sons, yet he sees every spark.
Adam saw all the beasts, while Eden was bright
Called them by name, it was clear in his sight.
Some eyes can see, so long as it’s light
Others can pierce through the thickness of night.
Whose insight was greater, I’m not one to say
But using night vision seems tougher than day.
For Adam the difference ‘tween inside and out
Wasn’t so hidden, there wasn’t much doubt.
But Yaakov looks deeper, with eyes growing dim
Obscured is the outside, he just sees the in.
As Bereishis was started, so now it ends
From darkness to darkness, and all that portends.
The starlight will weaken, all will seem drear
As we wait in our chains for the moon to appear.
