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Yetzirah

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Mon Mar 13 2006

Plain Speech In The Open Fields




The sky glazes over in acidic pewter hues.
Winter sun succumbs to the approaching storm.
The birds become still.
The grasses cower.
Dry, brittle.
Knowing one more breeze may be their last.

And I, I gaze.
Ever watchful for some sign,
I test the air,
fill my nostrils,
seeking for any hint,
however subtle,
however slight,
of the fragrance of Moshiach.

My days of metaphor are ended.
I lay out my heart's desire in the open fields.
I dare the jackals to touch it.
I stand my ground against the vultures.
I will keep secrets no longer.

I await my king, my teacher.
Nothing else will satisfy.
Even if his gaze unmakes me,
Then unmade I shall be.
At least my eyes will behold redemption at last.

And if I do survive,
Im ready to be enlightened.
Made large enough, transparent enough
to stand and witness
the sky rolling up like a scroll.

The Holy One Blessed be He is coming.
To take His dwelling place among men.
Mere men, oh mortal dust!
No more will I speak obscurely
the time is long passed for that.

Awake Awake D'vorah!


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"Do we really have
time for poetry?"



(You'll give her time for it if you know what's good for you..... that's all I'm going to say about it.)
8 Comments
  • From:
    InStitches (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 13 2006
    Dear Little Red Hen,
    There should always be time for poetry......especially poetry of this caliber.
  • From:
    Pragmatist (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 13 2006
    May it be soon. SOON!

    Shalom
  • From:
    Sezrah (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 13 2006
    ryc: yes a couple of the fish did an impromptu nibble on my fingers, which was surprising but cool :))
  • From:
    Kordelle (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 13 2006
    ma chère beautiful yetzirah
    wow what a beautiful poet you are this is very powerful word stuff

    what I was particularily drawn to in this verse was the vulnerability here expressed in religious ecstasy this leads me to feel that universal healing of the creator the redemption involves giving oneself up to divine grace

  • From:
    Kordelle (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Mar 13 2006
    dearest little red hen
    and to your master darling cupcake

    we dont need time for poetry poetry is always in motion even through time warps

    keep eating your philosophy seeds little red I love those philosophical eggs that you lay
  • From:
    Parett (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Mar 14 2006
    Even though I am a Christian, I feel the same way you do. Your poem opened my heart even more. I've seen your love for our creator in person and know how sincere you are.

    I just love kordelle!!!!

    AND you, too! Parett
  • From:
    Welshamethyst (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Mar 14 2006
    RYC: Trust me when I say I am properly terrified. I PROMISE not to leave by the front door that you are standing guard upon *grins*
  • From:
    Welshamethyst (Legacy)
    On:
    Tue Mar 14 2006
    *sigh* I also promise not to leave by the back door which is my usual means of exit and entry.......

    The thing is, if I cannot leave tomorrow I cannot put the RRTJ in the mail. Do I get a dispensation for that?