בס״ד
Naso
In the shul where I grew up,
Above the Aron, with its cover,
Two lions there, each other faced,
The luchos guarding over.
That’s how it appeared to me,
When I was just a child,
I told my friends God spoke from there,
Between those lions wild.
How could I have known as Moshe knew,
In this parsha’s brief conclusion,
God’s song ascends the covered Ark,
‘Tween golden winged cheruvim.
That image still resides in me,
And when I feel disconnected,
I strain, in tears, to hear His voice,
As if from Mishkan, just erected.
Could it be that best His words we hear,
Not in our isolation,
But when one listens, and is heard,
God joins the conversation?
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