{"id":5424,"date":"2020-08-11T22:51:45","date_gmt":"2020-08-12T02:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rabbishefagold.com\/?page_id=5424"},"modified":"2022-06-03T14:05:19","modified_gmt":"2022-06-03T18:05:19","slug":"shs-vayechi","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/shs-vayechi\/","title":{"rendered":"Shir HaShirim (Vayechi)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Chapter 2:8-9<\/span><\/h1>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/SHS_Vayechi.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"438\" height=\"182\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-5394\" srcset=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/SHS_Vayechi.png 438w, https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/SHS_Vayechi-300x125.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 438px) 100vw, 438px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/shs_2-09.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"379\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-5557\" srcset=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/shs_2-09.png 300w, https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/08\/shs_2-09-237x300.png 237w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>The voice of my beloved: Here it comes!<br \/>\nLeaping over the mountains, skipping across the hills.<\/p>\n<p>My love is like a gazelle, a wild stag<br \/>\nHe stands there on the other side of our wall, gazing<br \/>\nThrough the windows, peering through the lattice.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">My Beloved speaks to me through every sound, taste, fragrance, touch, color, light, emotion, and insight that leaps into my consciousness&#8230;<br \/>\nThrough the ordinary miracles of each moment.<br \/>\nMy Lover knows no obstacle to the pursuit of His Love.<br \/>\nHe leaps over the mountains of my complacency, skips over the hills of my disappointment,<br \/>\nblinding doubt, numbing fear and deeply ingrained habit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">I have built walls to keep You out.<br \/>\nSuch awesome love will surely mean the destruction of my small world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Yet in moments of great beauty, my thick and stubborn opacity dissolves.<br \/>\nI stand before You transparent, trembling, at the intersection of my greatest terror&#8230;<br \/>\nand my greatest longing \u2014 the place where I am finally seen.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr style=\"background-color: #8b0000;\" \/>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size: .9em; color: #8b0000;\">In the Fever of Love <span style=\"font-style: normal;\"\">\u00a92008 Shefa Gold. All rights reserved.<br \/>\nIllustration \u00a92009 Phillip Ratner, courtesy of the Dennis &#038; Phillip Ratner Museum and the Israel Bible Museum collection. All rights reserved.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<hr style=\"background-color: #8b0000;\" \/><\/blockquote>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Practice<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Chant: <a href=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/the-voice-of-my-beloved-kol-dodi\/\">The Voice of My Beloved<\/a><\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Commentary<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Many years ago I had these words embroidered on the <em>attarah<\/em> of my <em>tallit<\/em>, my prayer shawl. I wanted to live in a state of expectancy, always opening to the unknown. <\/p>\n<p>This is a practice of anticipating the miracle that is about to break through my complacency. With these words, I invite surprise.<\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Bridge to Torah<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>The voice of The Beloved is received in the sound and flow of blessing. As Jacob blesses Joseph\u2019s sons and then his own children, we receive that blessing, love pouring through the lattice of Wisdom. This love is like a gazelle, a wild stag, and in Jacob\u2019s blessing, like a young lion, like a strong-boned donkey, like a snake on the road, like a deer running free, like a wild wolf. To receive Jacob\u2019s blessing is to know both the gentle gazelle and the wild stag inside us and know the leaping, skipping legacy of our ancestors within. They are gazing back at us across the ages.<\/p>\n<p>Click to see Genesis 47:28\u201350:26 in Hebrew and English (JPS 1985) or the associated <a href=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/vayechi\/\">Torah Journeys<\/a> page. <\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Question for Contemplation<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>Can I open in expectancy to the surprise of life unfolding in miraculous ways that I could never have imagined?<\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #8b0000;\">Resources<\/span><\/h2>\n<p>View <a href=\"https:\/\/v4f0lgl183f.c.updraftclone.com\/love-at-the-center-resources\/\">Love at the  Center Resources<\/a>.<br \/>\nClick to see Song of Songs Chapter 2:8-9 in Hebrew with the English JPS (1985) translation.<br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\" charset=\"utf-8\" src=\"https:\/\/www.sefaria.org\/linker.js\"><\/script><br \/>\n\t<script>\n\t    sefaria.link();\n\t<\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 2:8-9 The voice of my beloved: Here it comes! Leaping over the mountains, skipping across the hills. My love is like a gazelle, a wild stag He stands there on the other side of our wall, gazing Through the windows, peering through the lattice. 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