“My Parents’ Lodging Place”

This week we receive the 10 commandments! We would like to share a favorite poem of ours by Yehuda Amichai on this subject:

My father was God and didn’t know it. He gave me

the Ten Commandments

not in thunder and not in anger,

not in fire and not in a cloud, but gently

and with love. He added caresses and tender words,

“would you” and “please.” And chanted “remember” and “keep”

with the same tune, and pleaded and wept quietly

between one commandment and the next: Thou shalt not

take the name of thy Lord in vain, thou shalt not, in vain,

please don’t bear false witness against your neighbor.

And he hugged me tight and whispered in my ear,

Thou shalt not steal, shalt not commit adultery, shalt not kill.

And he lay the palms of his wide-open hands on my head

with the Yom Kippur blessing: Honor, love, that thy days

may be long upon this earth. And the voice of my father –

white as his hair. Then he turned to face me one last time,

as on the day he died in my arms, and said, I would like to add

two more commandments:

the Eleventh Commandment, “Thou shalt not change,”

and the Twelfth Commandment, “Thou shalt change. You will change.”

Thus spoke my father, and he turned and walked away

and disappeared into his strange distances.

Yehuda Amichai

From “My Parents’ Lodging Place”

Open Closed Open (2000)

trans. Chana Block and Chana Kronfeld