During
Peasach (Passover) we tell the next generation the story of our people, the
story of our tradition.
We
tell the Passover story, to open for him/her (the child that does not know how
to ask questions) the door to our tradition, to our family story.
This
beautiful poem by a modern Israeli poet, Rivekah Miriam, tries to captures
this.
You
Open For Him
You
open for him
when
he is too short to open
you
lift him to your shoulders
and
soothe him with “don’t be afraid”
open
for him slowly, with unaccustomed openings
‘til
now he imagined that everything was open
the
walls, he imagined, were as open and transparent as the breeze
the
walls, he imagined, as were as open eyed as a patient plain, yawning
he
recognized neither lintel nor doorposts
neither
hinge nor door
you
lift him so that he rubs his sides against the doorposts
so
that he bows his head underneath the lintel
gently
you set him on the threshold
so
that he his sure footed, not like a refugee
standing
on the doorsill.
Rivekah
Miriam, Israeli poet from Jerusalem
