She was not manic This time but perfectly Lucid and yet burning With the heart of a woman Who had always been talked over; She didn’t have much To offer the teacher; She hadn’t been trained in Torah; her primary skill was to create An experience using her body And her linen sheets With a light fragrance of Spikenard to help set the mood; And now the voice was telling her “Pour it all on him!” The voice of God... Read more