POETRY | THIRD IN MIZPAH SERIES
Cedars of Lebanon
A poem
I lift up my eyes to the mountains — where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth…
אֶשָּׂא עֵינַי, אֶל-הֶהָרִים מֵאַיִן, יָבֹא עֶזְרִי.
עֶזְרִי, מֵעִם יְהוָה — עֹשֵׂה, שָׁמַיִם וָאָרֶץ. Psalm 121
How could you who’ve not been beaten
Know the beating of hands
From someone you love,
On a back that knew their tender touch.
Words from the mouth she’d kissed
Like slingshots shot her stones,
Filling her with poison,
Her hands would always quiver.
How could she be expected to forgive
The beast whose hail fell upon her
‘Till she didn’t know who she was,
she flew upward to the palm trees.
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay,
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay,
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay.
One morning when she rose
She didn’t know who to cry for,
Knowing sadness of one who pierced her,
And the…
