“But to live outside the law, you must be honest”
Even Bob Dylan agrees
There is no escape from law
But what is more frustrating than a bunch of words
Telling you what to do or not?
We all live in societies
In which we are told freedom is what’s best
But who really teaches
What freedom really is?
Yes it sounds funny
To the ears of my friends
What does Torah bring you?, they ask
What does God have to offer?
And I often answer… Well, it’s hard to explain.
Most of what happens for me
It resides in the Silence
In the contemplation
Of the beauty that surrounds me
Sometimes when I close my eyes
Sometimes when I stop the mp3 player
It has to do with wondering
It has to do with wandering
God cannot be sold
Cause God’s not made of gold
God never gets old
‘Cos God looks like a road
It can drive you mad sometimes
It can make you not sleep at night
Where is the connection?
Where is the link between the dots?
It is a matter of trust
‘Cos proofs there are not
But it simply takes a beautiful summer night
To begin the journey
Looking at the sky
With a bunch of very close friends
Staring at the planets
Staring at the harmony
Yes it all hangs around
In a very deep space
We are beautiful sparks
Dancing in a mysterious place
And If we look closely
To the point that we realize
That We are floating around
And that there is no trick
Maybe we can see…
That It’s all about laws
That It’s all about awe
That It’s all about flaws
That It’s all about love
And If we listen closely
To the symphony of the planets
It is possible to hear
The origin of the mechanics
Slowly growing within our souls
Rooting us to days of old
And growing up to the skies
To offer beautiful fruits
Leviticus is here
Oh brother let’s embrace it
There is so much mystery
Let’s look at laws like we look at planets
And on a sweet summer night
With a bottle of wine in our hands
Let’s remember that very old song
That our parents used to sing
The melody might change
‘cos our perception’s not the same
But deep down inside
It’s the same echo…
That same echo
That will make us remember
That long forgotten road
Our parents used to sing
Shabbat Shalom dear friends
Etienne Kerber
The views expressed in this D’var Torah do not necessarily reflect the position of Leo Baeck College.