“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.”
– Song of Songs 2:9, JPS 1917 Tanach
The beloved peers through the lattice,
that we place between ourselves and G-d.
He wonders how to reach our souls,
so fettered with the wonders of the world.
If only he could be spotted outside
of our cluttered households,
seen through the window of our minds,
and past our preconceptions of divinity.
Make room, clear out the house
where you reside, sheltered from the Unknown.
Breathe in, the fresh outdoor air,
where the beloved waits for you.
And, together, hand in hand,
proceed to the Promised Land.
For when all is said and done
in this life, we fly with angels
to the House of the Beloved.