My friend Rachel Zamoiski fell in love with a Mezuza case 2 years ago in Israel. She bought it then, and its been sitting in her house since. This year for her father’s yartzheit, Rachel decided to take on a Mitzvah in his merit. So we went to the Jewish book store and bought a scroll to put inside so that she could hang up a mezuza. she sent me a picture of her mezuza proudly hanging on her door. This poem was written for her. Rachel, your Jewish heart beats strong!
My Mezuza Speaks
I’ve come home
For years I’ve waited
first in the studio
As the artist carved and painted and brought me to life
Then, in the crowded store
as swarms of people filed by
their gaze distracted.
Then she found me
And lifted me up in the air
And down to her open arms
I knew at once she understood.
She saw who I was, who I could be
Not a mere decoration, a hollow case
she understood
that beauty and truth are internal
and that holiness holds mystery
beyond the seeing eye
I knew my time had almost arrived
I waited…
And then she was ready.
She uncovered another layer
Deep inside her
Another layer of her truth and beauty
And at the same time, revealed mine
She filled my case with a luminous scroll
and filled her heart with faith
