Ibn Ezra
by Eric T. Racher
Upon the heart an emblem,
sign of the God of Truth,
remembrance of His wonders,
a root that splinters stone.
This sign implies a syntax
for our dependencies,
and on the scales of balance
we justify this hope
by fashioning a grammar,
a rhizome which reveals
the visage of the angel
that hinges man and God.
Rashi
by Eric T. Racher
Beneath the skin, a word bored
and grated on the bone.
From axon into dendrite—
a spark into a sperm.
The careful quill extracted
the marrow of the law,
and burnished the veneer of
unfathomed surfaces.
The language of his dwelling
discloses magnitudes,
and wears the warp and weft of
the fabric of our world.