קוֹל קָרָא, וְהָלַכְתִּי,
הָלַכְתִּי, כִּי קָרָא הַקּוֹל.
הָלַכְתִּי לְבַל אֶפֹּל.
אַךְ עַל פָּרָשַׁת דְּרָכִים
סָתַמְתִּי אָזְנַי בַּלֹּבֶן הַקָּר
וּבָכִיתִי.
כִּי אִבַּדְתִּי דָבָר.
קיסריה, 12.1942
The Voice
A voice calls to me, and I went
I went, because the voice calls
I went to avoid falling
Yet when at the crossroads
I blocked my ears with the frost’s whiteness
And I cried, for I lost something
––Hannah Senesh, December 1942, Ceaseria
† I. חָרָן n.pr.loc. city in northern Mesopotamia (Assyrian ḫarrânu = road, path COTGloss.; cf. DlPa 185; JensenKosmologie 28 ‘junction of trading-routes’ = cross-roads)—
--Rabbi Josh Franklin
בן מאה ואר(ב)עים שנה תרח בצאתו מאור כסדיים ויבוא חרן ואב(רם בן ש)בעים שנה וחמש שנים ישב אברם בחרן ואחר יצא
Dead Sea Scrolls Fragment
4Q252 (The 4th Cave of Qumran Fragment number 252): 8 … Terah was one hundred and fo[r]ty years old when he went forth
9 from Ur of the Chaldees and entered Haran (11:31b). And Ab[ram was
se]venty years old. And for five years Abram was in Haran, and after he left . . . .
Jubilees 12:12-28
He settled in Haran, and Abram lived with his father in Haran for two weeks of years.
In the sixth week, during its fifth year, Abram sat at night—at the beginning of the seventh month—to observe the stars from evening to dawn in order to see what would be the character of the year with respect to the rains … In the seventh year of the sixth week , he spoke with his father and told him that he was leaving
Haran to go to the land of Canaan to see it and return to him.
(א) וְאַבְרָהָ֣ם זָקֵ֔ן בָּ֖א בַּיָּמִ֑ים וַֽיהֹוָ֛ה בֵּרַ֥ךְ אֶת־אַבְרָהָ֖ם בַּכֹּֽל׃ (ב) וַיֹּ֣אמֶר אַבְרָהָ֗ם אֶל־עַבְדּוֹ֙ זְקַ֣ן בֵּית֔וֹ הַמֹּשֵׁ֖ל בְּכׇל־אֲשֶׁר־ל֑וֹ שִֽׂים־נָ֥א יָדְךָ֖ תַּ֥חַת יְרֵכִֽי׃ (ג) וְאַשְׁבִּ֣יעֲךָ֔ בַּֽיהֹוָה֙ אֱלֹהֵ֣י הַשָּׁמַ֔יִם וֵֽאלֹהֵ֖י הָאָ֑רֶץ אֲשֶׁ֨ר לֹֽא־תִקַּ֤ח אִשָּׁה֙ לִבְנִ֔י מִבְּנוֹת֙ הַֽכְּנַעֲנִ֔י אֲשֶׁ֥ר אָנֹכִ֖י יוֹשֵׁ֥ב בְּקִרְבּֽוֹ׃ (ד) כִּ֧י אֶל־אַרְצִ֛י וְאֶל־מוֹלַדְתִּ֖י תֵּלֵ֑ךְ וְלָקַחְתָּ֥ אִשָּׁ֖ה לִבְנִ֥י לְיִצְחָֽק׃ (ה) וַיֹּ֤אמֶר אֵלָיו֙ הָעֶ֔בֶד אוּלַי֙ לֹא־תֹאבֶ֣ה הָֽאִשָּׁ֔ה לָלֶ֥כֶת אַחֲרַ֖י אֶל־הָאָ֣רֶץ הַזֹּ֑את הֶֽהָשֵׁ֤ב אָשִׁיב֙ אֶת־בִּנְךָ֔ אֶל־הָאָ֖רֶץ אֲשֶׁר־יָצָ֥אתָ מִשָּֽׁם׃ (ו) וַיֹּ֥אמֶר אֵלָ֖יו אַבְרָהָ֑ם הִשָּׁ֣מֶר לְךָ֔ פֶּן־תָּשִׁ֥יב אֶת־בְּנִ֖י שָֽׁמָּה׃
(1) Abraham was now old, advanced in years, and יהוה had blessed Abraham in all things. (2) And Abraham said to the senior servant of his household, who had charge of all that he owned, “Put your hand under my thigh (3) and I will make you swear by יהוה, the God of heaven and the God of the earth, that you will not take a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites among whom I dwell, (4) but will go to the land of my birth and get a wife for my son Isaac.” (5) And the servant said to him, “What if the woman does not consent to follow me to this land, shall I then take your son back to the land from which you came?” (6) Abraham answered him, “On no account must you take my son back there!
What happens to a dream differed?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes, “Harlem”
Once or twice in a lifetime
A man or woman may choose
A radical leaving, having heard
Lech l’cha – Go forth.
God disturbs us toward our destiny
By hard events
And by freedom’s now urgent voice
Which explode and confirm who we are.
We don’t like leaving
But God loves becoming.
–– Rabbi Norman Hirsch
