Tetzaveh/Zachor

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Tetzaveh/Zachor


Before ever moistening a menorah’s blossoms,

Viridescent, a drop of pure pressed olive oil,

Casts a golden glow, glimmering,

Like vernal dew upon almond flowers.


Peering through an olive’s first tear,

We glimpse the adornment of the Kohen,

And only through a sprinkle of oil,

Is his anointment complete.


Etched forever,

Within each drop,

As upon his brow -

Kodesh L’HaShem.





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