TELL May - July 2012 - Emanuel Synagogue
TELL May - July 2012 - Emanuel Synagogue
TELL May - July 2012 - Emanuel Synagogue
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Portrait<br />
no mind can understand<br />
Come, lie beneath the pecan tree<br />
Come lie with me<br />
Come let the blossoms fall<br />
As we lie beneath the pecan tree.<br />
Our skin receives the petals all<br />
Come you, come me<br />
Beneath the lovely pecan tree.<br />
I smell your sweat. I touch your arm, slippery<br />
with the olive. You take him on. For a Jew there is no<br />
genuflecting, no salaaming; somehow or other, he<br />
has made you his equal. You defend the people, the<br />
loved and the loveless, like any prophet-guy would.<br />
Wrestling partners, stripped, circling warily. With his<br />
own compassion in your heart, you throw him to the<br />
ground, your hands slipping on his oiled arms; your<br />
weight is all you have against his strength. You hold him<br />
down and look him in the eye, man to man. Of course, he<br />
has brought you up that way. To challenge him. To resist<br />
authority.<br />
You’re smiling at me. Yes, I know I am using the<br />
male pronoun and the male god-idea. It is for literary<br />
smoothness. Be good enough to recognize the bias. For<br />
instance, it is always Neanderthal man. We of the West<br />
are descended from Neanderthal man. Who has ever<br />
heard of Neanderthal woman? Neanderthal woman<br />
covered the steppes of Russia in the Paleolithic Age. Have<br />
you ever fantasized about a Neanderthal woman?<br />
The Catholic dogma of my upbringing asserts that<br />
all three persons in the one god are male. The creative<br />
force unaided by any female principle! Let’s call it the<br />
Hairy God Fallacy. The thatch is slightly mitigated in the<br />
Eastern churches; they marry, and allow for a somewhat<br />
feminine Holy Ghost.<br />
The female being is your ikon. It takes you into the<br />
Presence. Old Rabbi Akiva said that the Shekhinah comes<br />
down in two instances: when a man studies Torah, and<br />
when he embraces his wife. My long hair cocoons you<br />
in your skin. Shall I anoint your feet, and dry them with<br />
my mermaid’s tresses before you drown? Is that what<br />
happened to the Galilean? At that moment did he drown<br />
in ecstasy?<br />
Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone!<br />
He made them in His image.<br />
Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is One!<br />
You and me on the unmade bed. Your fingertips<br />
on my skin speak of shipwreck and screwing up, of pain<br />
and falling darkness. With each caress, from me to you,<br />
from you to me, the depression lifts. You are absolved in<br />
the blessedness of my understanding. I get you.<br />
Do you get me? I fled from Rome and unreality<br />
(my Iraqi friend, Murshid, calls me a new Jew). I fled<br />
from the seven veils of silence. Belief and silence and<br />
obedience and not looking and not listening and having<br />
every mercy on yourself and no mercy on the mummies<br />
and daddies of the little sacrificial lambs, pray for us, is<br />
www.emanuel.org.au<br />
the Roman litany against a collision with the actual. The<br />
veil of the temple must never be rent.<br />
I suspended belief. I was found after wandering<br />
the desert for forty years. The G-d of Israel happened to<br />
be passing. He beckoned. Abraham Heschel and Martin<br />
Buber and Professor Vermes took me in, then and there.<br />
They folded me in their flowing garments, and from their<br />
souls flowed honey and milk, dilating my parched heart;<br />
their skin was warm, and the hairs on their arms smelt of<br />
resins and myrrh.<br />
I loved them with the love of Ruth for Naomi.<br />
Your people will be my people, and your G-d will<br />
be my G-d too.<br />
So look into my Jewish woman’s eyes and see me.<br />
Hold my breasts in your palms as the pomegranates<br />
ripen. Smell the fig and the mandrake, come into my<br />
garden.<br />
With each caress, from you to me, from me to<br />
you, the fear lifts. I am absolved in the bliss of your<br />
understanding. You get me. A thousand kisses deep.<br />
You sat beneath the Holy Tree<br />
While Buddha’s words flowed over thee<br />
Came forth from cave and sky and sea<br />
I saw you then, you looked at me.<br />
I saw a man, old as the sun<br />
His face serene,<br />
His race well run.<br />
I want your sort<br />
Ancient, full<br />
You show me how to be and be.<br />
You hold a stick,<br />
And strum some strings<br />
They come to see<br />
They come to hear and be with thee<br />
To join your shul<br />
And join the one<br />
Who hums and hums<br />
Who eats a fig<br />
And lies in peace<br />
Knowing all, and knowing least.<br />
Humming beneath the Holy Tree.<br />
Beneath the holy pecan tree.<br />
Your little shul<br />
Attracts them now,<br />
Abandon church and holy cow<br />
No longer sacrifice the son, they come<br />
From Book of Common Prayer<br />
To deeper meaning, from despair.<br />
You say you know the least of all<br />
As petals fall, as petals fall<br />
There is no meaning, anyhow<br />
You show the way, but don’t know how.<br />
Continued on page 30.<br />
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