v'zot haB'rachah II

his gaze goes where his feet will never tread

for forty years, he's led this motley band

the Jordan won't be crossed 'til he lies dead

it's not for him to reach the Promised Land

two paths diverge; the conquest's to the West
but we turn to the epic new begun
as Moses shuts his eyes and gets his rest
we contemplate Creation of the sun
the reading cycle starts another loop
dividing primal Chaos, making Light
as Joshua goes forward with his troop
the reader's turning left as he goes right
it's cyclic and it's linear; strange world!
but that's how sacred history's unfurled