Poetry inspired by Parshat Shemot
Drawn from the water, from amongst the reeds Reeds swaying in the current, bending to the wind the river gives and the river takes flooding its banks, laying silt as a blanket upon the earth feeding the nation and whispering death. We are the watchers along the shores guarding these waters, and those who pass through them who stand eyes wide, in shadow, with ready hands - Ready to catch and guide what needs to be born to hold you on our sacred stones. The tide turns; a passage opens Water breaking wailing cresting traversing life and death we sweetly lift the caul from your mouth as the Divine kisses you with breath. Where the water goes we shall go chasing wells through the wilderness, Sweet water, bitter water, water running with blood. Let the reeds be our witnesses They will merit to tell our tale.