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torahgalus · 3 years
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Ve’zot HaBerakha
after forty years of shouting myself hoarse I’ll use my last breaths to bless you. oh Israel, I wrestled the angel to win your berakha. you can’t see my face but I can see yours, all upturned and regretful. know that I  can give you all this; know this is all I can give you. I see your whole future and am frightened for you. I see your whole future and I love every ugly bit of you. I look God in the eyes and see all you can be  in Their cool, measured stare. I wish you goodbye with a kiss.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Ha’azinu
I found you in the howling wastes gave form to stubborn clay dangling al bli-mah fought for you even when I knew I shouldn’t nursed you held you clothed you anointed you in oil and sent you off with a kiss on your shining brows, knowing once you turned away I’d never see your face again. when I see you hurtling forward, all stiff-necked refusal and bitter failure, Truth blooms vindicated from the ground with a knowing frown and I chose you because I cannot defend you; I’d never know you loved me if I hadn’t felt you loathe me, would never treasure every sweet liberation if I hadn’t seen the howling wastes from which you wrested it.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Vayelekh
we are here because we are here because we are here because we are here, chazak v’ematz our love will last far longer than we do, chazak v’ematz I can’t have done enough but I am done,
you will fail and you will return. she knew from the moment she made you that you’d fail and yet, she cast down truth to breathe life into your nostrils, tentative and hopeful.
you will fail and she will fail and you will return to one another, stepping with joy into the fullness of what you might, someday, be.
#poetry#poem#torah#jumblr#parsha#Parshat HaShavuah#Poem HaShavuah#Vayelekh#the first bit was stuck in my head from listening to John Green's The Anthropocene: Reviewed#it's a refrain that was sung to the tune of Aud Lang Syne in the trenches of WWI#one which at the time was inescapably nihilistic#infused with this sense of pointlessness#but he talks about a friend who sort of reappropriated it#had folks sing it with her at events#as a sort of declaration or affirmation#and this idea that even if what we accomplish is incomplete or meaningless or forgotten#even if old acquaintance is forgotten#the love of that labor and those relationships remains long after you're gone#Moshe is given the task of comforting the people before his death#of making sure their grief and confusion doesn't overwhelm the commanding force of what they've just heard#of ensuring that Joshua is fit to take his place#and then God explicitly tells him that B'nei Yisrael will fail#that they will not follow these laws#that they will turn away#constantly#there's a fascinating Malbim saying that the following song is to remind God that it's in B'nei Yisrael's nature to disobey and thus to#punish them less harshly for something somewhat outside their control#the midrash about God striking down the angel of Truth to create us despite their protests never leaves my mind#I think about what it means for God to know we're flawed and know we'll fail and to want us anyway#what it means for Moshe to be told so much of his endeavors so much of what he's built will crumble
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Nitzavim
you are standing here this day, all of you, for the last time-- breathe in, look around. lower your head and feel your great-great-great-granddaughter’s breath tickling your neck. look around at your proud, huddled masses.
you are standing here this day, to hear Torah you will only ever live by half.
when this is over, when you have heard the Torah that is not in Heaven, you will stumble away like calves,  learning to walk on solid ground.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Ki Tavo
breathe sanctity into her sweetly & sincerely, water her with Torah and she’ll bring forth for you blossoms--you’ll tie their fruits and cry out “behold! what we have made, together” and they will be the first of many; maybe they will appear so beautifully, so regularly that you begin believing she will always blossom for you. maybe you’ll even decide you could tear these from the ground yourself, sweet and fleshy and fully-birthed.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Ki Tetze
at sundown you passed by him and said, I think I found your soul & shoes  lying by the side of the road, can you prove these are yours? and his face looked down at you, G-d’s face looked down at you, his bare feet swung in the wind &  you nodded with them, said “oh, god, I knew you were guilty” and  blew back his soul with a kiss.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Shoftim
be perfect with the lord your G-d be perfect with G-d be perfect, G-d  & I swear I will prophesy only bad things so you can avert them so you  can see us imperfect and striving for  perfection so you can see that our faith is fragile and immense so that you can be perfect even when we are not.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Re’eh
when I whisper words to you all sweet and seductive, all casual care and gentle persuasion, you cannot kill me for it. when you follow me, gladly, thoughtlessly, it will feel like falling. you’ll never regain your feet. I suppose you’re not worried about a temptress--suppose you think you’ve learned from Adam. when your city is reduced to death & ashes, you’ll have only yourselves to blame.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Ekev
wish we could tell you if we had this in plenty and never went wanting we’d still trail you so sweetly & desperately, hands clutching these overflowing baskets-- that even if you hadn’t held  us hostage, we’d still bind  ourselves to you.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Va’etchanan
rav lekha, why do you think me keeping your foot from this soil means I love you less. why plead for this imagined redemption. was not this your redemption: my voice thundering through you, my eyelashes kissing your cheek as you hid behind the rock. tent flaps blowing open to welcome you in, further in. you spent forty years wandering and I loved you; you  carried the Torah on your lips, in your veins, and I loved you. come, like the Leviathan, and play with me. we are holy wanderers, we are holy in our wandering. rav lekha, why cry over a border when I’ve given you the whole world.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Devarim
maybe I can say it all again and this time-- finally-- you’ll hear me?
maybe I can say it all again and you’ll bow your heads, all sad deferential & grateful,
you’ll know what I have  sacrificed for you.
God sees you from above but I see you from within and you are so much dirtier and lovelier than They know.
maybe this time, with my own words, they’ll reach beyond this  ephemeral glowing veil and you’ll see that I am human,
that I am just human, just like you.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Mattot-Masei
we know that we have tested you-- have fought, bitterly, cruelly-- have bitten the hand that feeds us with relish-- have cast off every yoke only to reassume it-- we know that you are old and weary from years of bearing us in your arms but we, we are not ready to let go.
drag us away, kicking and screaming. we’ll smile grimly as our enemies fall from the sky; they will not know we smile because they keep coming. fly closer, soldiers and gods-- we need just a little bit more time.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Pinchas
wage peace, with love and viciousness and certainty. lay your bleeding body prostrate before God and cry, is this what you wanted?
remember you cannot always wait for them to decide. remember-- they may not want to decide.
remember you are too fierce and too kind to stand waiting. every moment you stand still you stand with them. every moment you stand still you stand with them. can you feel them easing the spear from your clenched fists, can you feel how easy it would be to--
no. fight them jealously, lovingly. fight for God; fight God. still, standing. make your bloody peace. break their bloody silence.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Balak
like the lioness, enemy nations dangling from her jaws, she and her young greeting holy dawn with a roar, fierce and touchy and lonely
like the lion, so proud in his lazy kingship; so brilliant from afar, but up close you see his yellowed teeth, his tangled mine, and that great, drooping head--crowned with glory, heavy in defeat.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Chukat
this time with no Miriam to lead us, we shake out our timbrels and dance with abandon, cries bursting from each rough, wet throat. we sing as our mothers did, the waters lapping at our feet, hopping about each severed limb. we sing that we are saved, we sing  that we are sated.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Korach
we are not all holy, but we can be, she murmurs, dribbling wine between his stubborn lips and laying him down softly on the earth. she sits at the entrance of the tent her bare hair a curtain flap her bare hair brushing his cheeks so gently that  he cannot look away, and they cannot look toward him. not all promises are worth keeping, she insists,  lifting a furious gaze to any who dare pass by. we  all can be holy, she says, drawing her hair into thick  braids. in between her darting  fingers, he sees the earth open  its mouth wide.
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torahgalus · 3 years
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Shelach Lekha
when I came down the mountain after 40 days with honey on my tongue and milk in my breasts I said it is sweet and I said it is nourishing and you did not believe me; but when they come down from the land after 40 days laden with grapes pomegranate juice sticky on their lips and they say it is too rich they say it is bitter they say you will not devour, you will be devoured, you fall to hopeless weeping. you do not even ask for a taste.
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