Through Dust and Time

By Stacey Zisook Robinson
three generations of women passing a torah

This poem was written for the dedication of a new Torah cover designed and woven by a member of a congregation.


It was there
under the mountain,
bits of parchment
and a river of ink and feathers
and crowns—a liquid fire
that burned my fingers.

We put stones in our pockets,
bones of mountains and earth,
tasting of thunder,
and we walked
through dust
and time.

You captured the blue
of sky and
cornflowers,
and wove them with the sun.
Ten thousand threads
and ten thousand more
together with bits of cloth;
It unfolded in
supple billows,
lifted by an updraft,
catching in the branches of a tree,
leaf-laden,
limned in light.
We left it where it lay:
A cloth of wondrous beauty,
A tree of life.

Kadosh, kadosh, kadosh
We sang
a song of praise
and binding
and joy.

Ritualwell content is available for free thanks to the generous support of readers like you! Please help us continue to offer meaningful content with a donation today.

DONATE

Poem

Want the latest news from Ritualwell?

Subscribe for the latest rituals, online learning opportunities, and unique Judaica finds from our store. Plus special discounts for subscribers!

* indicates required