What I recall most
about the moment
you became a rabbi
?
The diamond ring
.

The sunlight
that entered the synagogue
to pray
instead married
the gem upon your finger
.

United
,
their brilliance
flashed messages
about the sanctuary
which were these
:

I
!
I was a woman only
.
Now I am woman
,
a rabbi
,
a changer
,
a wife
,
and soon to be a mother
.
You seemed not to notice
the statements you made
.
Robed in black
,
your eyes fixed
upon your mentor
,
your slender fingers
gripping the sleeves
of his robe
.
He rested his hands
upon your shoulders
,
speaking words meant
for your ears alone
,
only the Torahs
in the open ark
to witness the secrets he shared
.