Menachem Zaman

How can a commoner desire a Queen?She radiates a light he cannot bear.A splendor sensed before it’s seen—drawn—yet he dares not stare. Can flesh ever love a soul?The soul—beyond space and time, complete.And the body—dust and ash,fallinginto quiet defeat. And can a shallow breathyearn for the ocean’s depth? A breath—as soon as it is born,perishes—unmourned. …

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“From there you shall seek.” So we played hide and seek. At home — and in exile, across the corners of the world. We searched in silence.We searched in cries. Through spring days that overflowedand winter nights of crushing cold. Even when the game frayedand stopped feeling like play. . You win. Come out —wherever …

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Bruises bloom along my body,scars grace my face. I lift my voice — My God, my God — I leapt. The air did not become hands. Witnessthese scars of faith.