The Tree of Life Whispers, “Ayekem? Where Have They Gone?”
Won’t envision what you’ll become. Can’t.
But who you were was all awe.
Bountious beautiful G-dly you.
Did not my eyes swell in remembering?
There was a time before you.
Preparing the maple sap. There was a time in snow land. Blinking the re-creation.
But G-d made the earth to replenish itself. And so did this family. The strain on the clouds crowded and crowed. A fall-out; let this family have shape. The sky contumely rehearsed its protest. Another life again.
With you Eden’s garden returns.
What splendor and glory in a little girl’s eyes