Posted on March 1, 2014 by Hirsch Fishman
Laurie Franklin (Year '13) sent us this poem, written as she watched a blizzard and read from Kedushat Levi:
Torah of New Snow, after Kedushat Levi
White feathers of ice cover the ground,
White Torah, ayin, filled with light.
We scurry through it, dark otiot,
Hiding and revealing as we move,
The light of words unexpressed.
This parchment, lines scribed by deer hooves, car tires, cross country skis,
Waits for revelation.
Easy as snow, Moshiach could be here in a few hours.