Parsha Poem for Korach

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Korach

Korach’s gang brings burning incense,
In a challenge to their Rav.
Did they learn next to nothing,
From Abihu and Nadav?

Yet there is a clearer vision,
That comes out of this disaster:
Each Jew’s tafkid is designer made,
A craft he’s called to master.

No one else can fill your shoes,
Not in our theology,
Every link is joined together,
In a celestial ecology.

Each Kohain must take pains to shield,
The Levi from overreaching,
Each Levi, then, protects and serves,
The Am, to whom he’s preaching.

And, with love, each Jew provides,
For the families of the Levi’im,
And they, in turn, take maaser from that,
For their brothers, the Kohan’im.