Author of the blog Words Have Wings
A moment of pause
For the first eleven chapters of VaYikra, the third book of Torah, we receive thorough instructions of how to perform the different types of sacrifices Aaron is to make and a detailed description of the Mishkan. Until this point Sefer Vayikra has read like a “how-to” book and the text has been dry and precise.
As the reader proceeds through the text there is little expectation of what will come next. We read how Aaron finally makes the first sacrifice followed by blessing the people who have assembled. Aaron’s sons Nadab and Abihu proceed to offer, they offer “alien fire” in their fire pans. Without warning these “alien fires” are rejected and Aaron’s sons are incinerated. After the event Moses says to Aaron, “Then Moses said to Aaron, “This is what the LORD meant when He said: Through those near to Me I show Myself holy, And gain glory before all the people.” And Aaron was silent.” (translation from Sefaria)
These passages in Vayikra are reminiscent of other instances in history when the unexpected occurs. It brought to mind parallels to the Boston Marathon in 2013. The build-up to the marathon, the training, the detail to every aspect of the race over time. And then the actual running of the race happens and as the runners ran toward the sought-after finish-line, the unimaginable happens and a series of explosions occur. Limbs are blown off, people are killed and life is changed for thousands in the space of seconds. I remember hearing accounts from people saying that directly after the event, before the rescues, before the sirens and hunts and the recognition of the enormity of the event, there was just a moment of nothingness, of silence.
That moment of silence is the subject of this week’s poem. In the moment after the death of Aaron’s sons, Aaron is silent. What does that moment of silence represent? We all have our own “moments of pause.”
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A MOMENT OF PAUSE
There is a moment
after the explosion,
after the storm has hit,
after the shot was fired,
after the consuming blaze.
A simple pause
when silence reigns
and time freezes.
As the ashes fall.
As the smoke settles.
As the news sinks in.
A moment of transition
In the space of that moment
life resets,
as our hearts break.
Can you hear a heart breaking?
In the space of that moment
our eyes learn to re-see,
to accept this fate,
to begin again,
to rise from the ashes.
In the space of that moment,
that silent moment,
that forever moment,
we say our goodbyes.
If only
that moment
could s t r e t c h for eternity.
That silent pause between
past and present,
between what has been
and what is to come.
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