[You may first need to read: “A tomato is also a love apple“]
I am revisiting the love apple
That my rabbi shared with me
I did not tell her
I have shared a love apple
With Elijah
In a dark and hopeless time
Where I allowed myself to fall
Fall so far into walking journeys
My rabbi was concerned with translation
I told her what it meant
She didn’t know, but I knew
What Elijah had told me
Traveling as he does
He met me again with my rabbi
And made himself known
But a tomato was always a love apple
Perhaps it did not matter which journey I took
Elijah would still find me
If not to eclipse the flight
But go down in certainty
No matter how reluctant
We were during our last tribulations of certainty
We must care for the sick
Just as Elijah visits the poor and hungry
And seeks out the temple of the inner soul
Wherever Jeroboam masks soul makes entrails
And accepts the golden ticket
Though God is still alone in mercy
Even though She/He is not known