Love lost, not abandoned, Hope Eternal

from the week of Parshat Yitro // ending 26 Jan 2008

I feel too often Too
to think about your namesake,

about why we are here,

no: I would not tell you.
but continue to wonder

what did we learn, one from the other
about caring, tenderness, separation,

need
yearning
and if this passion, shomrim negeiyah, was Lovee

Yehudim, bnai Ya'akov, Am Yisrael
scattered over the Globe,

seeking our soulmates among our
constellation of nations
to once again, feel whole,

uniting sparks, once dissociated

& I gaze out my window to devine:
how did we lose each other?

I slip into Chumash and read the parsha,

the Torah portion,

of son, Yehuda

chosen from among the twelve brothers

to father

the progenitor of Judaic royalty

Malchute

Power and Responsibility taken on

with the Rights of
ring, stamp and garments,
Given, unknowingly, as if in hypnosis,

to the beautiful woman on the street,

not knowing it was Tamar, his, twice widowed daughter-in-law

, who clung to knowing ,
from binah&chachma=da’at, as per prophesy
She, brave, determined, em~brazened,

need to be daring, to take her place

in history, rather than
remain forgotten

from among the worst of nations,
So as to trick the evil one, who in fact

did miss this moment,
carrying the good seed,

that would be our beloved King David,

But, he, that devil,

seemed to make up in vengence

what he could not do simply

straightforward

Would (have) we together, been,
the two of us, emerged from among the hidden,
high profile, glorious, what a promise!
extracted from the gutter, an accident of fate,

bad, worse,
avaricious, lustful, heavy with gratitude
for the love of G()d,

and each other.
would we have made the good, better,
winners by faith and by being
, United
?

just that

With the help of G)(d,
turned back that tide of evil counsel
made right, made tshuvah, tikkun!
Elevated the weary, the doubters,

the ill-intended.
we both knew that,

once decided,
having made the turn,
the clock could be and is reset

and was,

to a small extent

yet: instead of calling, and stating, clearly,
my answer: YES!
I whisper into my pillow, night after night
hearing the sound of your voice
as if from a great seashell
smoothcast, held to my ear
one that I'd collected,

cold, but not wet
after a meal of conch fritters
with a gin and tonic
facing The Complete Angler
with Jeanne Macdonald
Bimini, Bahamas
nee these many waves of years
past gone white sand
moving shore
now polluted dock
of condominiums

sold

I feel the one,
Two
hearts
alive,
now awake,
parted
but not un-united
nor memorex something other