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Parsha Poem for Beha’aloscha

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Beha’aloscha

The time has come, the Torah says,
To speak of many things,
Of Pesach – and Pesach Sheni,
Of Menorah – and Levi’im.

Of journeys at HaShem’s command,
Of visions of fire and cloud,
Of each tribe in its essential place,
Of silver horns, and loud.

Of lusting now to savor meat,
Of dubbing mun unpleasant,
Of naught but quail for a month of days,
Of losing their taste for pheasant.

Of prophecy cast beyond Moshe,
To the seventy sages, by God,
Of new voices heard within the camp,
Those of Eldad, and Medad.

Of whispered insinuations spoke,
Beyond their brother’s hearing,
Of tzara’as, and a heartfelt prayer,
Of waiting for Miriam’s healing.

(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)

About the Author
Born and raised in the New York City area, Nisan moved in 1967 to St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. He graduated from Colgate University, and received an MA from William and Mary. Nisan resided in Charlottesville, VA, Newtonville, MA, and Baltimore, MD before making aliyah in 2013. He has been married for thirty-nine years, with three adult children and nine grandchildren.
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