
This piece is part of our Witnessing series, which shares pieces from Israeli authors and authors in Israel, as well as the experiences of Jewish writers around the globe in the aftermath of October 7th.
It is critical to understand history not just through the books that will be written later, but also through the first-hand testimonies and real-time accounting of events as they occur. At Jewish Book Council, we understand the value of these written testimonials and of sharing these individual experiences. It’s more important now than ever to give space to these voices and narratives.
The Oil and the Spark
An olive tree
can live
for three thousand years.
That’s three thousand years
of light-giving,
priest-anointing,
beautifying
oil.
My little olive
had just one.
For one year,
his laugh was beautiful.
For one year,
I felt anointed.
Spark and oil flared so bright—
It was snuffed out with his smile.
My little olive flowed with oil—
My little olive had a spark.
I could hear it in his laughter—
Before it all went dark.
What is one year
next to three millennia?
My little olive,
when you were next to me,
I was anointed in your eyes—
I was anointed in your eyes
before your eyes could even open.
I was your priest,
and you were my sanctuary.
Were you the oil?
Or were you the spark?
Somehow you were both.
I could search for three millennia
and find no olive quite like you.
Your spark and oil were a light
which shined upon my nation.
Your spark and oil lit a flame
which will burn for all eternity.
And what is three millennia
next to all eternity?
My little olive flowed with oil—
My little olive had a spark.
I could feel it in his laughter—
I can feel it through the dark…
I was anointed in your eyes
before your eyes had even opened.
You anoint me even now,
even when your eyes have closed.
The views and opinions expressed above are those of the author, based on their observations and experiences.
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