Beha'aloscha

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Beha’aloscha

Revelations rarely last,

The present supersedes the past,

Eyes which once beheld a miracle,

Are now seduced by vision physical.

Did it really happen as is taught,

That He, from slaves, a nation brought,

From flaming forge, ejected dross,

Are we His people…or an albatross?

It only took a three day trek,

To hang ourselves around His neck,

Seeking pretexts, from our fears,

To raise an outcry to His ears.

O People, of short memory born,

Be not quick to feel forlorn,

’Twas not a dream, as if asleep,

Nay, a vision true, for us to keep.

Naso/Shavuos

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Naso/Shavuos

The Voice, it speaks, and Moshe hears,

for us…

even if The Voice comes near,

are we e’re disposed to give it ear?

It wasn’t from The Voice, I fear,

the jealous husband brought her here,

to taste the bitter, murky brew,

 her virtue, for to make it clear?

Though HaShem desires to bring us near,

is it The Voice the nazir hears,

when he chooses to eschew,

the many joys that make life dear?

We heard The Voice at Sinai, clear,

from atop the shrouded mountain, drear,

“keep your distance” The Voice declared,

“do not come too near!”

Should we be inclined to turn to voices,

to determine how to make our choices,

is it The Voice we think we hear,

or our own internal noises?

Bamidbar

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Bamidbar

Leah’s sons, to the east and south,

Including those of Zilpah,

Rochel’s to the west and north,

Along with those of Bilhah.

The one exception to the rule,

In the machane of Dan,

Dan and Naftali, of Bilhah’s sons,

But Asher, a Zilpah man.

Mixed they marched, behind the rest,

Naftali, Dan, and Asher,

They gathered up the stragglers,

Never asking, “who's your mother”.

Fraternal concord, by design,

Beyond maternal clan,

Essential, so no bias rends,

The safety net of D-A-N ?

Behar-Bechukosai

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Behar-Bechukosai

I may embrace you, or give you a kick

If the carrot don’t work, I’ll bring out the stick

You are so fickle

It can be assumed

You need to be warned, I’ll “lower the boom”?

Can love be aroused through fear and threats?

Obedience compelled through epithets?

Was it for this

You raised us from the pit

And bade the storm-tossed sea to split?

All those boded terrors came to pass

From the first one, to the last

We cling to You

Await the dawn

Not from dread - but love - we carry on.