Artwork by Daniel Kabakoff
All is from G-d. of G-d, our sages say,
But in this world it seems the souls divide,
As Rifkah felt the twins within her side
Pulled one the one, the other the other way –
“If so, why am I thus,” our mother cried.
It is thought that Yitzchak’s soul, once offered, stood
Above all time, beheld the ultimate good
Would come of Eisav’s evil; so he tried
To hope the blessing would refine his crude.
But Rifkah (she’d grown up with Lavan) knew
The blessing then would only help him do
Much worse. So Yakov’s truth must don a hood
Of guile, and this world’s darkened paths pursue,
While still weeps Eisav: “Father, bless me too!”