Effective Beauty (changes the world)
To my countless volunteers who pray for me with their hands,
In the light of your face we see light — Ki v’ohr panecha. G-d breathes into the nose of Adam,
unto Eve. That breath is the Light of all Creation, the spark of all we live by.
When my body couldn’t find itself, I saw in its place a darkened shape, slithers and shards of lightning’s light. By empty space nightfallen, I sought memory of whiteness’s burn. And then you – G-dsend you in shamash-time — you gave your full flame to re-light me. Your undiminished fire filled my vacuum, a vacuous self no more. It is a belief in growth, Chanukah is, a dedication for the undead. There is a recall to an echo once heard. We belie the emptiness for this delight.
This body is my menorah and you are all my shamash. Exemplars of light are self-awakening. I have met angelic you and am carried from the other side. Oh, to be a shamash of G-d! “Never stop praying for redemption,” my father taught me. The enlarging light charted nightly on the windowsill says to the street: “This home is dedicated to finding G-d’s Face within. At least we will try.” We will try to inverse man’s decreation.
Chasing G-d, through the hoops and the loops of the cityside. Under vacant buildings with no alleyways. No walking. We skip to the hummings of old carts and fashions our great-grandparents would have known and lived by. What do we build off? What is our building of? I would be your version of princely beauty. Hod.