בס״ד
Vayakhel/Pekudei/HaChodesh
The angel is in the details,
if with heart and desire, we place her there,
within the dwelling which we build,
and the cloth that we weave,
to house the Holy, and enrobe those who serve.
Repetition out of love, like a poem or a song,
lifts us still, even after many renderings,
each time reviving, though the tune be old,
our wonder and anticipation.
Chodesh Nisan blossoms with each spring,
sometimes earlier, sometimes later,
a vernal new moon comes to free us,
from the Persias and Egypts,
which darken our souls.
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