The master visited me with a parable: to he who has ears let him hear, to the one who has eyes, let him perceive.
Two brothers were out in the fields of their Fathers estate attending to their Father's business. Complacent, the two began to quarrel together over petty matters concerning the importance of their tasks. In their arrogance the brothers became unmindful of their enemies who had surrounded them. The two of them were captured, and taken away from their home, and separated one from the other.
During the long years of their imprisonment, their captors gauged out their eyes and cut off their ears so that they could no longer see nor hear clearly. finally the two brothers were put together into the same cage. groping in the dark they discovered one another but neither recognized the other. They began to struggle against each other. In desperation they both cried out to their Father who immediately came and healed them of their afflictions. Looking at each other for the first time in many years, they fell on each others shoulders and wept bitterly for they had forgotten the matters of importance.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The Maiden
The Master visited me with a parable: he who has ears let him hear. to the one who has eyes let him perceive.
The maiden—betrothed—goes to the place of cleansing to make mikvah. she has shlepped into the pool all of her profanities and relics of harlotry—her candles of strange fire, her symbolisms, false doctrins and encantations. bare and uncovered, she goes into the pool of cleansing. candles lit, she begins to read from the books of dark mysteries.
suddenly, the room is awash in panic as she leaps from the pool of her cleansing—turning over all of her sorceries—and rushes to the window nearby. peering through the lattice, she seeks the bride-groom. "did he see me?" she wonders unmindful of her nudity. "did I miss him?" she begins to swoon. "did he pass me by?" she wells up with tears. "have i been found unworthy?"
The maiden—betrothed—goes to the place of cleansing to make mikvah. she has shlepped into the pool all of her profanities and relics of harlotry—her candles of strange fire, her symbolisms, false doctrins and encantations. bare and uncovered, she goes into the pool of cleansing. candles lit, she begins to read from the books of dark mysteries.
suddenly, the room is awash in panic as she leaps from the pool of her cleansing—turning over all of her sorceries—and rushes to the window nearby. peering through the lattice, she seeks the bride-groom. "did he see me?" she wonders unmindful of her nudity. "did I miss him?" she begins to swoon. "did he pass me by?" she wells up with tears. "have i been found unworthy?"
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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