About The Author and Artist

Beth "Batyah" Ginzberg is the owner, CEO and founder of "Ginzberg Creative Arts and Writing, Inc." She is a descendant of the Davidic Line of the Mashiach and is an Israelite Hebrew Priestess. Her father was a Levi Hebrew Priest. Ginzberg is an information scientist and an artist and writer. She writes her poetry in honor and memory of her father Emanuel Ginsburg and in honor of and love for her mother Jarie Vavra Granton.


Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Family Telephone Game

Soothing Shabbat peace, inevitable wicked weekday wars, sniffing sweet yummy b'somim spice, smelling salt, fainting soft and easy in a smooth chair. Havdalah the mathematical counting without a calculator, 3 stars, even stars have names. Some Shabbat uneasiness, mouth now thirsting, her mouth bleeding, lost footing, fell, paid next day without delay: Talmud worker's ethics. Binah, no more blood, hey! There was understanding and hesed, "Honey my hunger healed." He considered compassion. She did not. Then there was mizkir, "to make mention," mentioned after never mentioned, then mentioned again. 10 sages killed, Jacob's family's curse. Manasseh means forget family hardships. She is Nisha, instant light, Torah study, all over the face of the earth. "Do not hate your brother in your heart," unless your brother is Shechem, father of Dina's child: excommunication, alleviation, relieves hardships. Distancing and disappearance, does not make the heart grow fonder, but makes it grow Fonda: Other hearts growing instead, love hovering around. Considered Yom Kippur, she wanted to be forgiven, so I forgave her. Our hearts will grow apart, green leaves on 2 separate flowers after the seedlings have dropped and blown away. Windy day, tornadoes, mud slides... weaned like a duckling without wonder, under, b'neath the surface. Alas, will plan for prophesy--for tomorrow, today.

 

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