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Beware!
Ilana Kurshan
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, Beware!
I’ll rain down curses, misery, dismay,
I’ll loose the wild beasts upon your fields,
Your cattle and your kids will be their prey.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware!
The heavens will stop up and yield no rain,
Your crops will wither, trees will not sprout fruit
With lips parched, you’ll lament this woeful bane.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware,
I’ll smite you sevenfold for all your sins
Your enemies will come at you with swords,
You’ll fall into their hands, to your chagrin.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware,
The dough you knead will never be enough
Ten women will have one oven to bake
With loaves doled out by weight, you won’t feel stuffed.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware,
So starved, you’ll eat your children’s wasted flesh
Their hollow lifeless eyes will stare back: How?
And you won’t have the words for such distress.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware,
I’ll scatter you around the earth. Your land,
Laid desolate, will rest for all the years
You kept not my sabbatical command.
If you don’t keep my laws, says God, beware,
Your hearts will grow so faint, you’ll quake in fear,
The sound of driven leaves will make you jump,
Thus humbled, you will realize: God is here.
God will not walk away, because God cares,
Serve God with love, If not, with fear. Beware!
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The Talmud teaches that the Torah was given in black fire on white fire (Y. Shekalim 6:1). The black fire is the letters of the Torah scroll, and the white fire is the parchment background. In this column, consisting of a poem on each parashah, I will try to illuminate the white fire of Torah – the midrashim, stories, and interpretations that carve out the negative space of the letters and give them shape.
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