Someone here has a book of poems from Hafiz, the holy Sufi poet. Where are all the Hebrew poets who were drunk on love with God?
Waking up at 5:30am to say Slichot, the pre-Rosh Hashannah what-a-mess-am-I prayers. All I want to do is know, know, that I'm standing in front of God and the rest will all pour forth, but I'm stuck saying a bunch of words at 5:30 in the morning. Tough Stuff.
Maybe I should be a Hebrew poet drunk on Love for God.
Just to be in the
presence of the beloved -
to feel his gaze,
and I am overcome.
But he hides himself,
and I am left,
searching.
I think I'll have to have a little bit more experience of Love in this world before I can really fill the position.
King Solomon was drunk on love for God.
Maybe my mistake is that I'm searching - that I still haven't really figured out that he's right here.
2 comments:
"Maybe I should be a Hebrew poet drunk on Love for God."
Well this is usually how I refer to you when not calling you a master maggid....selichot are hard. I always say I will study them in advance, but never do...I will, bli neder, send you some other drunk hebrew poets (on love for God, that is)...
"To feel his gaze,
and I am overcome.
But he hides himself"
Could it be that being 'overcome' by awe or fear is also a form of hiding oneself. Which might lead the poet to ponder, whether it was truly G-d that hid himself first? Or did He only reflect what he had received in the first place.
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