In Place of an Introduction — The Moon’s Fruit Hangs, Bitten Into...

The moon’s fruit hangs, bitten into. And what remains? Only a handful of a girl’s mitzvot—A candle and challah… Without “what for,” without “why,” And without “how much longer.” Since there are no answers here below, It is so willed… On Shabbat I will open the little gate, A path to heaven… There, at the edge of a crust, The puzzle is solved…

Lea Odelia

2017-10-28

The moon’s fruit hangs, bitten into.
And what remains?
Only a handful of a girl’s mitzvot—
A candle and challah…

Without “what for,” without “why,”
And without “how much longer.”
Since there are no answers here below,
It is so willed…

On Shabbat I will open the little gate,
A path to heaven…
There, at the edge of a crust,
The puzzle is solved…