METZORAH, PURIFICATION, SPRING CLEANING, PESACH By Evelyn Hayes, April 3, 2014

METZORAH,  PURIFICATION,  SPRING CLEANING,  PESACH

                                                                           By Evelyn Hayes,

                                                                           April 3, 2014

There is rebirth in the air,

Messy afterbirths are everywhere.

Every time we sweep more dried blossoms fall,

more shrivelilngs of the birthshell sprinkle the Jerusalem floors

How much debris from rebirth?

How much waste to purify the earth?

A metzora is outside the gate

Cleaning up his fate without talking it to sway..

Alone with his introspection

Reflection on rejections

The deficiency is isolated, not pardoned with affirmations of disinformations

To be reinstated from the core not the infiltrations of saying for delaying. .

Return is back into the borders

Taking orders of all the Cohanim for just himself

A punishment for selfishness, stinginess and excuses

By gossiping on the ruses.

Return with sin offerings, guilt offerings,

Swinging birds and turtle doves, lambs for lament;

Immersions into mikveh

Scrubbbing out the chometz, the mold, the should not be told.

A service before Hashem not them

Who pose as friends so he could be an over-seen

An offering for a healing away from the mingling, mangled ,

the wheeling and dealing under cloak of  screen.

There is rectification for the metsora, the house, the walls, the halls, all

There is a spring to cleaning, shaving hair and waving…

Purifying middle part of ear, thumb of right hand, toe of right foot.

The simanim, the secret of seven and Marchesvan 11.

Is the cleaning sufficient to fix his ways

The exile for seven days

And the dancing with Gd on the eighth

What does the crimson string have to do with it?

There is an exodus this time of year

Washing, wiping, stripping

All the chometz over soaked and dripping

There is more daylight in spring, Without darkness they don’t dare.

 There is freedom this time of year, primavera

Having isolated the germ-in-us

 Terminated chummery and calumny

Reviving the hibernated, the pure core.

So bright are the days of exodus

When the introspect is free of me-ists and their lusts

When the introspect is sanctified against malignancy

When the world knows His regency. Him, not them