Now that that's over with, hello everybody!
We just passed the midway point of our program a few days ago. With two months behind us and two months ahead, everything is looking great. Now that the holidays are over, we've been in school a lot more, so the workload has been a lot heavier, but school is still going fine.
I lead Shabbat services again this morning, and I wanted to share a poem that I wrote and used as part of my D'var Torah for the torah portion Vayera.
Feel the Rhythm
What is the world's oldest question?
How are you?
How was your day?
What time is it?
No.
It's "Where are you?"
Left unanswered by Adam and Eve
For 20 generations because they hid
Until Abraham
Abraham with the courage to say,
"Hineini", Here I Am, chapter 22, verse 1, Vayera
Abraham, whose life had been an absurd rhythmic irregularity
Never 1, 2, 3, 4
Always 1, 17, 3 1/2, 12
Abraham, whose path (at God's will)
Was anything but rhythmic
Had the courage to say
Hineini, Here I Am.
The world's oldest question
Where are you?
Where are we?
Where have we been?
Who helped us get here?
What are we doing now?
Where will we go?
What is your rhythm?
Is it 1, 2, 3, 4,
Or 1, 17, 3 1/2, 12,
Or some series of numbers that no one's ever thought of because
You're just that good.
Or if you're a little confused
A little lost
If your rhythm reminds you of an elephant falling down the stairs
Don't worry
Relax
Honey, you're in Israel
Sometimes we get off beat
It doesn't mean the song stops
Take a deep breath
Start counting
Start from 1 if you have to.
Who knows what will happen?
All we know is "Hineini"
Here I Am.
Shabbat shalom everyone! Wishing you a restful weekend and a productive week!
