Enter the wilderness, the midbar,

Ba-midbar[i]

 

 

Diane Elliot

 

 

for Shavuot, 5767

malkhut sh’b’yesod

 

 

 

 

 

Enter the wilderness, the midbar,

A space without consonants and vowels
A place of unfettered mind.

 

There all ideas that hold us enslaved

crumble,

blurred by thirst,

humbled by hunger.

 

Be the wilderness—

the wild ass

the bushes that burn

the goats picking their way down rocky hillsides

the blasts of wind

the air shimmering with heat and dust.

 

Emptied by emptiness,

left speechless by the silence

that is unbounded sound,

 

you see

voices,

claps of thunder,

reverberating among

ragged mountains.

 

You hear

smoke and stars,

smell jagged flashes of light,

taste wind,

touch terror.

 

You become

at last

a tablet,

ready to be etched

by the invisible finger,

 

a stone smoothed for a purpose

you can never fully name,

prepared to carry for lifetimes

traces of a Truth

at once revealed

and betrayed

by words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Women in Judaism: A Multidisciplinary Journal Winter 2010 Volume 7 Number 2

ISSN 1209-9392

© 2010 Women in Judaism, Inc.

 

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[i] Women in Judaism First Annual Writing Competition, Third Place winner in Poetry.



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