Feb 27, 2020
Terumah
and this is how much I love you, she says-- enough to retract myself from the Heavens, to take my expansiveness and make it presence, to take my dwelling and make it singular-- here, between the two keruvim, I alight on the ark and I will speak to you beneath the shelter of their wings, their faces almost touching but not quite, my presence almost finite but never just, your face alight and my voice shaking the flaps of this goat-hair tent. this is how much I love you--enough to shrink myself, momentarily. to slip between the hairsbreadth dividing these angels’ lips. to gird myself in goats’ hair and whisper, through the shadows of seven soft flickering lights.
build me a home and paint it blue. I will come to you.