The artisan
Betzalel,
gifted in

shaping
vessels
of light,

is forging
a conduit
to heaven,

the Ark
of the
Covenant.

Though
admirable,
his

artistry
is not
as great

as
his skill
in listening

to
that
Voice

which
speaks
of beginnings

and
endings
as one.

Such
circular
thoughts

he knows
are G‑d's
not his,

but more
wondrous
still,

is how
those
thoughts

should
come to
move

a
mortal hand
and eye

in such
unerring
precision.