MY CIRCUMCISED HEART
Deut
30:6; Rom 2:29
There was
no mohel
no Bris
Milah on my eighth day
and no
visible drop of blood
from my cloven
heart
during
the years that followed
so, when
and how it happened
cannot be
pinpointed
Perhaps
it occurred
when I
read Moses’ face shone
after he
was in the presence
of the
Lord, on the mountain
or that
David danced
uninhibitedly
before the Ark
out of
impassioned love for God
or
perhaps when I heard Boaz
put his
covering
over the
gentile Ruth
and
became her kinsman redeemer
Oh, it
might have been
when I
made aliyah[1]
in ’86 or ‘87
or again
in 2006
each time praying
at the
Wall and the Tomb
or it may
have happened
upon becoming
utterly awestruck
at the
Little Cupula of the Tablets
while
considering Messiah’s return
or possibly
it was the night we sang
every
carol we knew
in the
shepherd field of Bethlehem
It could
even have been
when I
drank water from
the
ancient Jacob's Well
or the
morning I experienced sunrise
over the
Dead Sea
dreaming of
the Great Day
when fish
will thrive
and
vegetation bloom, miraculously
in its
healed waters
It may well
have been
the sight
and smell of the land
as I
walked in the footsteps
of my
Jewish Savior
or when
my heart
caught
fire while reading
the
melodious Psalms
or
Solomon's Song of Songs
or as I
poured over the account
of Peter's
prison praise
Actually
it probably was when
I was
born anew
and
received blessed assurance
that I am
eternally saved
by the precious
Blood of the Lamb…
All I
know is
some way,
somehow
something
happened
to spiritually
circumcise
this gentile
heart
making it
echad[2]
with the
Heart of the God
of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
and I
haven’t for a single moment
been the
same
since—
Maude
Carolan Pych
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