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Drash for Shabbat Shemini Atzeret/Simchat Torah

By Jeanette Shawl - October 13, 2006

This week’s portion is from Re’eh. The specific text deals with tithing, community welfare and the three pilgrimage festivals of Passover, Shavuot, and Sukkot. As I read, I found myself drawn to verses 14-15 of Chapter 16 and the image of a community united in joy.

You shall rejoice in your festival, with your son and daughter, your male and female slave, the Levite, the stranger, the fatherless, and the widow in your communities. You shall hold a festival for the Eternal your God seven days, in the place that the Eternal will choose; for the Eternal your God will bless all your crops and all your undertakings, and you shall have nothing but joy.

The following is an imaginary exploration of Sukkot as well as Shemini Atzeret, the eighth day following the seventh of Sukkot. Rashi described Shemini Atzeret as the eighth day festival requested by the Host/Adonai who is reluctant to have us leave Him. It is a day in which the Jewish people ideally carry the spirit of Sukkot into both their homes and the rest of the year.

 

Desert Dreams

Darkness drapes itself over bough-covered huts.

Within sleep the desert dreamers.

Now is the seventh and final night.

Earthen pots and jugs form pyramids stacked in corners;

All lies ready for the journey home.

 

What dreams spin from warm memories!

No hardened heart of pharaoh here.

All had rejoiced.

Son and daughter; neighbor and stranger

rejoiced and feasted seven days.

Within these huts, women sang, laughed—-

and cradled the needy child.

 

Children leaned closer to hear again—-

stories sung by sun-withered men.

Histories committed to memory.

Accounts of slavery, water divided, and a Voice

—and still they walk.

 

The stranger listened—
at ease now and well fed. 
He is overwhelmed by inclusion 
Who are these people?

The widow sat richly wrapped 
in the joy of community. 
Within these huts all had feasted—
all had been satisfied. 
Joy had followed justice.

Night sky fades into grey—then a rose dawn. 
Women, men, children bundle their belongings. 
dismantle temporary shelters 
and start down the path pointing home.

A Voice, hovering cloudlike, requests 
The festival continue—
“Rejoice an eighth day within your homes.”

Soft darkness blooms now over rooftops. 
Velvet petals of night uncurl 
embracing desert dreamers 
whose worn sandals still carry dust 
from the Eternal’s chosen place.

Shabbat Shalom.