From the revelation to the messiah
There was never a dance so sincere
As she raised her hands heavenwards
And danced towards the bright Jerusalem sunlit window
She exclaimed “Thank You Hashem…Thank You Hashem!”
Those words echoed across the universe
And broke the barriers
The Masach HaBarzel
The “iron curtain”
Separating us from the Schechina.
Those words penetrated the Ohel of “True Gratitude”
Thanking Hashem for what?
I’m not sure,
Pure joy…
Unadulterated joy.
The likes of which I never before experienced
A gift ftom the Otzer Matnas Chimam
The “Treasury of Unearned Gifts”
For only a holy woman like Rochelle
Whose whole life is devoted to others
Whose suffering matches only the Shechinah’s
A true Lost Princess,
Whose gift of love for others
For parents and children is worthy only of the “Sargon Women”
Only Rochelle would see this as a gift
As unearned, undeserved, despite her life of service.
Here was pure ego-‐less gratitude for moments of happiness with family.
Who knows what prompted her moment of exhilaration
All I know is
That it was so genuine
That I could not but join in with her
As if her dance forced me into her circle
Against my will
To follow her in paltry manner
Behind her majestic lead
My heart melting by her warmth
Her spontaneity
Her utter joy,
My holy twin sister.
