The rivers are saying: "Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing for joy together." (Ps. 98:8)
The wellsprings are saying: "Singers and dancers alike shall say, all my springs are in you." (Ps. 87:7)
The midrash to the Psalms identifies the "springs" in this verse with sources of wisdom: "Just as new waters flow from the well each moment, so does Israel sing a new song each moment, as it is written, as singers who are like dancers are all those who study You." Wisdom renews itself as it is pursued, taught, and remembered.
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Today I am the water and I sing:
Once she started on this journey
but not by her own hand
and she does not know her resting place.
She travels by permission of equations
and forces and exertions and schemes
she cannot fathom
She does not contemplate
whether it is wise to say
"all my courses are in You"
does not consider
whether this hope is well-founded
as she trips and falls down from the mountains.
She cannot see or avoid
the pesticides and chemical dumps
and oil spills and half-lives
of foolish decisions made
or any thousand other
things that ride in her
as she goes
Not in her to measure clean or unclean
Her composition is made for loftier pursuits
she confidently claps her hands
because this she can do
and sings to the One who set her off
down the mountain
and dances wherever she goes
So many songs . . . Thanks, Judith.
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