Creatures of Jewish Lore
Song of the Leviathan [August 2025]
When the sea was young and the cliffs were new,
the Leviathan curled itself around the horizon,
a crown of scales catching the first starlight.
It does not roar, it hums,
a song that stirs the tides and tickles the moon,
a melody so vast that even angels pause mid-flight
to listen at the edge of the deep.
Once, they say, it swallowed the sun at play,
only to set it gently back upon the waves,
its golden light dripping from every tooth.
And when the righteous feast at the world’s end,
its skin shall become the canopy of celebration,
a tent of wonder stretched over laughter and wine.
But tonight, it swims only for you,
keeper of my heart,
rolling in the surf like a secret too beautiful to hide
its eye gleaming with the same fire
I find each time I look at you.
the Leviathan curled itself around the horizon,
a crown of scales catching the first starlight.
It does not roar, it hums,
a song that stirs the tides and tickles the moon,
a melody so vast that even angels pause mid-flight
to listen at the edge of the deep.
Once, they say, it swallowed the sun at play,
only to set it gently back upon the waves,
its golden light dripping from every tooth.
And when the righteous feast at the world’s end,
its skin shall become the canopy of celebration,
a tent of wonder stretched over laughter and wine.
But tonight, it swims only for you,
keeper of my heart,
rolling in the surf like a secret too beautiful to hide
its eye gleaming with the same fire
I find each time I look at you.
Behemoth: The Mountain That Breathes [August 2025]
Beneath the fading desert sun,
The mountain moves, the rivers run.
A furnace breath, a thunder tread,
The hills themselves take flight in dread.
Yet rooted deep, unbowed, unshorn,
He is the earth in flesh and horn.
Creation’s pulse within him beats,
The land obeys his rumbling feet.
The mountain moves, the rivers run.
A furnace breath, a thunder tread,
The hills themselves take flight in dread.
Yet rooted deep, unbowed, unshorn,
He is the earth in flesh and horn.
Creation’s pulse within him beats,
The land obeys his rumbling feet.
Ziz: The Shadow of the Sky [August 2025]
A single wing can shroud the light,
A single cry can birth the night.
Storms awaken at her will,
The oceans kneel, the forests still.
Her feathers blaze with dawn and flame,
The sky itself recalls her name.
Above all realms her shadow flies,
Eternal sovereign of the skies.
A single cry can birth the night.
Storms awaken at her will,
The oceans kneel, the forests still.
Her feathers blaze with dawn and flame,
The sky itself recalls her name.
Above all realms her shadow flies,
Eternal sovereign of the skies.
Tahash: The Rainbow Hide [August 2025]
A prism walks the forest floor,
A secret beast from sacred lore.
Its colors dance, alive, unplanned,
A rainbow stitched by holy hand.
For once it gave its gift, its skin,
To guard the ark of G-d within.
And yet it shines, both strange and sweet,
The Tabernacle’s heart on feet.
A secret beast from sacred lore.
Its colors dance, alive, unplanned,
A rainbow stitched by holy hand.
For once it gave its gift, its skin,
To guard the ark of G-d within.
And yet it shines, both strange and sweet,
The Tabernacle’s heart on feet.
