PASSOVER 1997
When we turn our heads into the dome mirror And see within the crystal Israel looking at us;
When all Space shall be the Ark of the Testimony
And all Time shall be Sabbath
Only then will our soul rest within our chest.
And it is coming... the awaited moment is coming...
Already the trumpets sound that will tear down the walls.
And it is coming... the awaited moment is coming...
The Red Sea has closed behind us like a door that leaves darkness outside.
Bitter Merrha has sweetened with the wood, like the heart sweetens with God’s word. And fighting under the shadow of two old, pure hands, we had defeated uncouth Amalec.
And from fire, sweat and blood
And from the heart of the Chosen People’s pain
And from the lamentations of mother Earth for the injustice that struck her most pure children
The Ten Commandments came heavy and ripe, man’s only law.
And the Ark came,and the Tableland the Candlestick - man’s holy of holies.
And it is coming... the awaited moment is coming...
Already the trumpets sound that will tear down the walls.
And it is coming.., the awaited moment is coming...
And then we shall shout David! and all men will turn.
And we shall shout Sarah! and all women will answer.
And Judith will lie down the knife - what will she do with it! - an entry in the centuries archives.
And Ruth’s devotion would have then become the double-u of Worship to God.
And if we took and wrote all these,
It is not to hear any praise.
It is not to blacken another sheet of paper.
It is not to try our strength in man’s big problem.
But it is to give way to the current that drowns us.
It is to enable us to take a few more steps - as many as are left for redemption.
It is because, many times in the supermarket where we work putting groceries in bags
Before us,between other things
We see suddenly a package that writes on it “Matzos”
And when we see it
Our eyes do not move from it.
And our hands solidify; and we do not dare touch it.

And from within the package comes a light that blinds ns.
And a Quake continuously shakes it.
And a people’s hurtful mourns are heard That reach, loud as then, to our ears - Mourns for lost human lives - Mourns for lost human generations.
And a people’s heated hymns are heard That reach, loud as then, to our ears - Hymns to the Eternal God’s glory - Hymns for the Powerful God’s pity.
And how can I, ignorant, touch the Idea?
And how can I, fallen, reach the Height?
And small me, how can I reach the Grand?
(Lord, how rabbis touch your holy objects and are not destroyed?
How rabbis’ sacerdotal vestments do not crush them?
They must be made of Your substance.)
And like a seed of wheat in its cover
In the same way the box of unleavened bread seems like a seed of wheat Wrapped in its golden paper. And we think That if we plant it in the ground It will restart Genesis’ drama again.
But we do not plant it.
Because, Lord, we cannot bear more Exiles.
Because, Lord, we cannot bear more unjust persecutions.
And because, Lord, now that we have met Now that we have learned with blood and tears Now that sniffing like hounds we approach you,
Now
We cannot, Lord, await again so long
At the time when at the dome
Mirror turning cur head
We shall see in the crystal Israel looking at us,
Whose appearance of the skin of his facr is glorious.
Because
Lord,
It is coming... the awaited moment is coming...