Kiriat-Arba Which is Hevron
By Rabbi Jacob Herber
By Rabbi Jacob Herber
I bought this land with water,
salty, briny and clinging
still to a trembling chin.
We haggled over its price
He made an offer, I a counter offer.
I can’t recall if our eyes ever met,
if he saw and knew my pain
but then again I knew only
my own pain,
my own sorrow.
We were adversaries of sorts
positioning, strategizing,
flanking and outflanking.
But in the end we succumbed
to a moment of
distilled rational agreement:
Four hundred shekels of silver.
But did we really know how high the price
would be paid for this spot?