I do have to apologise for an error in information imparted in my last post. I wrote at the end of my post that this week's parsha was the last parsha. It is not. There is the parsha that we read on Simchat Torah - Vezot habracha. That parsha is the last parsha of the Torah. Ok, so the parsha Hazinu is the last Shabbes parsha but it is not the last parsha. The Torah ends with a lamed of the word Israel and begins with a beit from the word bereshis and when you put the letters lamed and beit together you have lev which is heart in Hebrew. Thus truly the Torah is a divine and eternal document.
This Sunday night we start the holiday of Succot or the festival of booths as it is also known in English. We build a succa which is a small ( or in some cases ) or large structure which has a roof of palm fronds. There we eat for seven days. It isa temporary structure. It serves to remind us of Hashem's mercy in our journey. The body is also a temporary structure to house the soul which is divinely connected entity. Who we are, what we will be and what we were is all dependent on Hashem and how we use the gifts and talents we are given. Yes there is opportunity in life but we have to move ourselves and we cannot afford to sit on our hands or heels. We need to use our hands to do mitzvot and move.
I can't talk. I wanted to write down a beautiful poem I thought through driving back from Warragul last Thursday and in the scheme of things it got lost amid other things. A poem or story can be a wonderful garment you stitch together in your mind musings on many things then you get distracted and it becomes a rather tattered remanent fluttering in the wind. Then you have to reuse what you have in rather interesting ways. It was a poem about the eternity of Israel and the Israeli people. It will come to me again in a different form, perhaps better and stronger than ever.
A gut vok and Yom tov. Hopefully there will be time for another post before Yom Tov tonight.