In this week's parshah, we are introduced to the narrative of Moshe Rabbeinu. The Parshah is rich with imagery and an intriguing story of the Hebrew in disguise who sees injustice as an outsider and, as HaRav Michael Rosenberg shlt''a suggested in a drasha this past Shabbat, in a place without a leader Moshe was a leader.
My poem for Shemot plays upon a midrash related in Sotah 12b. In this text, our sages relate the verse in which Moses is born and his mother "sees that he was good (Heb. tov)" to the beginning of B'reishit in which Ha--Shem creates light and sees that "it was good." This beautiful gezerah shavah gave a wannabe mystic like myself a lot of fodder for the poetic fire.
I used a fairly new poetic form called a Dorsimbra-- The form utilizes both traditional and modern media to create a lively tone. Please read and as always I appreciate your sincere and thoughtful commentary and additions. Shabbat Shalom!
The Day the Water-Drawn Was Born
Our hut was filled with blinding light
The day the water-drawn was born,
As if the flowing sun’s might
Exploded into reeds and thorns.
This light—a light in every stone,
In every wave, in every wad
Of spit, splinters, bone and bark,
In every stream that sings the Nile.
This baby voice just like a man
will mutter cursed and holy murder,
curses with a name so bright
that fill our hut with blinding light.