Poetry inspired by Parashat Vayechi
Gather together and hear, oh daughters Come listen to the wisdom of your Mothers: Leap like a gazelle on the hilltop dodging and dancing in joy. Your brothers who chased you, the hunters who lie in wait Have had their time - their season is past. But you, beloved, whose eyes shine wine dark, like the churning seas -- blessing will pour upon you from above and below, from within and without blessings of breast and womb, sustenance and mercy. The wellspring of the deep will burst forth from within you And I will shower you with my divine flow from the heavens like wine, like the juice of the pomegranate, pulsing through your veins draping you in the robes of a queen. This love cannot be quenched red fire, burning hot, awakened in its time. In your lifeblood, live, my daughters. In your lifeblood, live.