Daniel-David-Joseph
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I dream a dream in which I find myself walking up the steps to a big blue house.
A black woman who seems to be working there as a domestic, leans her upper body over mine and embraces me in a warm, sensual, womb-like fashion, as a mother would embrace her child.
Gathered thusly to her bosom I listen with pleasure as she proceeds to sing in a beautiful, motherly voice,
A sort of lullaby that goes:
“Your people and my people, when it won’t matter, just our people.”
We are each the son or daughter of a nation
We are each as well a link in the chain
The chain that binds the world together
The chain that makes all people one
Let no man be so bold or vain
That he would dare to break that chain
In a time when the wolf
Called by the voice in my dreams
Ze’ev Olam
“The World-Wolf”
May be heard howling in the night
All tribes are called to the Mother
Who sings the song
The song of we
All tribes are called to the house
Petals to the flower
Branches to the tree
The “Tree of Trees
Great Great Great”
In a time when Death Itself walks the Earth
When it seems as if the world is under a terrible curse
If not for you and I then for our neighbor
All tribes are called to lift up their voices
To join in the anthem of a new day:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
I dream a dream in which I find myself sitting at a table opposite a well known Christian.
It makes me angry when in the course of our discussion he refers to me as “the Jew,” though I realize now
he didn’t mean this in a negative way, but only wanted to show me
how my defensiveness contributes to the atmosphere of tension between us.
In the dream however, I reject the current state of affairs and remark:
“It doesn’t make any difference that I’m a Jew and you’re a Christian,
it doesn’t matter if you hate me, because there are much more important things out there
we both have to fight against, which are our common enemy.”
All tribes are called to the table
Called to a banquet
A banquet of love
Called to share in a New Thanksgiving
Called by the Mother
The child
The dove
The spirit of peace
Forgiveness
Compassion and equality
I dream a dream in which I see two women standing side by side.
There is a podium or pulpit nearby laden with sacred books,
and I realize that the two women are preparing to lead a special Sabbath celebration.
They stand together
Side by side
The Mother of my People
And “The Mother of the Whole”
They stand together side by side
Eema and Gaia
Joined at the root
Because
“You don’t have to leave your house to join the house of we”
In my dream both are worshiped
In my dream both belong
In my dream both are Goddess
Both are sacred
Both are strong
In my dream
Both are worshiped
In my dream
Both belong
In my dream both are singing
I hear them both in every song:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
I dream a dream in which a group of individuals from various ethnic and religious backgrounds
arrive at the stairway in front of my house. They climb the brick steps and proceed along the path
to the porch where I am sitting. A woman with the group hands me a small piece of paper decorated with symbols, one for each of the great religions. In addition to the paper she gives me a bright silver pin
with which I unintentionally pierce the fingertips of my left hand so that they are knitted together in a tight sort of cluster. “Ah” says the woman, “you got stuck.” I ask her the name of the group but she doesn’t respond, and soon the woman and her companions depart. I have the sense that they will proceed from house to house in an effort to enlist as many people as they can in their unnamed cause.
The small piece of paper in which the symbols are gathered
The table where the Christian sits down with the Jew
Each is another form of the house
A metaphor of relationship
Unity
Love
Each is another form of the Mother
“The enclosing vessel”
The sheltering womb
Each is another form of the Mother
Whose lullaby I hear in the house of my dreams:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
Daniel David Joseph
I dream a dream in which I find myself walking up the steps to a big blue house.
A black woman who seems to be working there as a domestic, leans her upper body over mine and embraces me in a warm, sensual, womb-like fashion, as a mother would embrace her child.
Gathered thusly to her bosom I listen with pleasure as she proceeds to sing in a beautiful, motherly voice,
A sort of lullaby that goes:
“Your people and my people, when it won’t matter, just our people.”
We are each the son or daughter of a nation
We are each as well a link in the chain
The chain that binds the world together
The chain that makes all people one
Let no man be so bold or vain
That he would dare to break that chain
In a time when the wolf
Called by the voice in my dreams
Ze’ev Olam
“The World-Wolf”
May be heard howling in the night
All tribes are called to the Mother
Who sings the song
The song of we
All tribes are called to the house
Petals to the flower
Branches to the tree
The “Tree of Trees
Great Great Great”
In a time when Death Itself walks the Earth
When it seems as if the world is under a terrible curse
If not for you and I then for our neighbor
All tribes are called to lift up their voices
To join in the anthem of a new day:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
I dream a dream in which I find myself sitting at a table opposite a well known Christian.
It makes me angry when in the course of our discussion he refers to me as “the Jew,” though I realize now
he didn’t mean this in a negative way, but only wanted to show me
how my defensiveness contributes to the atmosphere of tension between us.
In the dream however, I reject the current state of affairs and remark:
“It doesn’t make any difference that I’m a Jew and you’re a Christian,
it doesn’t matter if you hate me, because there are much more important things out there
we both have to fight against, which are our common enemy.”
All tribes are called to the table
Called to a banquet
A banquet of love
Called to share in a New Thanksgiving
Called by the Mother
The child
The dove
The spirit of peace
Forgiveness
Compassion and equality
I dream a dream in which I see two women standing side by side.
There is a podium or pulpit nearby laden with sacred books,
and I realize that the two women are preparing to lead a special Sabbath celebration.
They stand together
Side by side
The Mother of my People
And “The Mother of the Whole”
They stand together side by side
Eema and Gaia
Joined at the root
Because
“You don’t have to leave your house to join the house of we”
In my dream both are worshiped
In my dream both belong
In my dream both are Goddess
Both are sacred
Both are strong
In my dream
Both are worshiped
In my dream
Both belong
In my dream both are singing
I hear them both in every song:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
I dream a dream in which a group of individuals from various ethnic and religious backgrounds
arrive at the stairway in front of my house. They climb the brick steps and proceed along the path
to the porch where I am sitting. A woman with the group hands me a small piece of paper decorated with symbols, one for each of the great religions. In addition to the paper she gives me a bright silver pin
with which I unintentionally pierce the fingertips of my left hand so that they are knitted together in a tight sort of cluster. “Ah” says the woman, “you got stuck.” I ask her the name of the group but she doesn’t respond, and soon the woman and her companions depart. I have the sense that they will proceed from house to house in an effort to enlist as many people as they can in their unnamed cause.
The small piece of paper in which the symbols are gathered
The table where the Christian sits down with the Jew
Each is another form of the house
A metaphor of relationship
Unity
Love
Each is another form of the Mother
“The enclosing vessel”
The sheltering womb
Each is another form of the Mother
Whose lullaby I hear in the house of my dreams:
“Not your people
Not my people
Just our people”
Daniel David Joseph
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