בס״ד
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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