Play a harp. So i can sing the song of songs. like the day when king solomon fell in love with your words. Sometimes your distance hurts me. as if i were abandoned in quicksand. Now every fearful thought pulls me deeper into the mud and separates me from your safety.
Hashem, all I ask is for a piece of bread.
A taste of your kindness to restore me. Yum. The white flour from Abraham’s tent fills me with hope to try again. yes, this quicksand is a test. But I am hungrier now. Give me another taste.
The next day, you gave me barley.
It was tougher to swallow. Carrying a severity reminiscent of the test you gave Abraham when you asked him to sacrifice his son, Yitzchak. Though it came from your hand. Its hidden bitterness made me see only red.
On the third day, i found yellow grapes.
Their taste brought harmony to my soul. Like the moment Yaakov first met Rachel. Wow, I believe I will be free. An image dancing with my brother. Yes, one day, i will escape this quicksand.
On the fourth day, i discovered figs.
A measured strength that let me feel my legs again. with this newfound power, I pushed and pushed. Emerging from the sand with renewed confidence. As Moses led the Jews out of Egypt even when they had grown accustomed to the pink skies of slavery. Finally, victory! I can dance again. Exhausted, i surrendered to sleep as night fell.
On the fifth day, i walked until i reached an orchard of purple pomegranates.
This time, i plucked the fruit myself. Overwhelmed with gratitude and humility for your support during my darkest times. When I could not even move. I embraced the tree in silence. Much like Aharon after hardship. And in that quiet moment, the tree seemed to listen as I revealed the secrets of my past. Offering comfort and a new path forward.
On the sixth day, i ventured east to Jerusalem and found an olive tree.
There, my brothers were gathered. And the reunion felt like the moment Joseph saw his brethren again—a reminder of the oil of joy that comes from togetherness.
On the seventh day, an elder approached me with dates.
He told me he was a descendant of King David and encouraged me to eat them. the dates revived memories of a song I once sang in my glory days—the song of King Solomon. In that reflection, i understood. This entire journey—the quicksand, the seven fruits, the seven characters—was meant to bring me closer to you.
It has been all I have desired since the day you breathed life into me.
A Tu'Bishvat poem:
Dear hashem,
Play a harp. So i can sing the song of songs. like the day when king solomon fell in love with your words. Sometimes your distance hurts me. as if i were abandoned in quicksand. Now every fearful thought pulls me deeper into the mud and separates me from your safety.
Hashem, all I ask is for a piece of bread.
A taste of your kindness to restore me. Yum. The white flour from Abraham’s tent fills me with hope to try again. yes, this quicksand is a test. But I am hungrier now. Give me another taste.
The next day, you gave me barley.
It was tougher to swallow. Carrying a severity reminiscent of the test you gave Abraham when you asked him to sacrifice his son, Yitzchak. Though it came from your hand. Its hidden bitterness made me see only red.
On the third day, i found yellow grapes.
Their taste brought harmony to my soul. Like the moment Yaakov first met Rachel. Wow, I believe I will be free. An image dancing with my brother. Yes, one day, i will escape this quicksand.
On the fourth day, i discovered figs.
A measured strength that let me feel my legs again. with this newfound power, I pushed and pushed. Emerging from the sand with renewed confidence. As Moses led the Jews out of Egypt even when they had grown accustomed to the pink skies of slavery. Finally, victory! I can dance again. Exhausted, i surrendered to sleep as night fell.
On the fifth day, i walked until i reached an orchard of purple pomegranates.
This time, i plucked the fruit myself. Overwhelmed with gratitude and humility for your support during my darkest times. When I could not even move. I embraced the tree in silence. Much like Aharon after hardship. And in that quiet moment, the tree seemed to listen as I revealed the secrets of my past. Offering comfort and a new path forward.
On the sixth day, i ventured east to Jerusalem and found an olive tree.
There, my brothers were gathered. And the reunion felt like the moment Joseph saw his brethren again—a reminder of the oil of joy that comes from togetherness.
On the seventh day, an elder approached me with dates.
He told me he was a descendant of King David and encouraged me to eat them. the dates revived memories of a song I once sang in my glory days—the song of King Solomon. In that reflection, i understood. This entire journey—the quicksand, the seven fruits, the seven characters—was meant to bring me closer to you.
It has been all I have desired since the day you breathed life into me.