The thirty-third word in the Torah
is "good." After each act
of speaking the universe into being
God paused and saw the good.
Light is good. Darkness: good.
Also the balance between the two.
Every geological feature.
Every seed and spore and fern.
The dinosaurs were good, until
they weren't. The Great Auk,
the Atlas Bear...God must spend
eternity reciting I love
what comes and I love what goes.
That every story has an ending
must also be good, at least
from God's vantage where each drop
rejoining the river at the base
of the waterfall is coming home.
Today is the 33rd day of the Omer, making four weeks and five days of the Omer. Today is the 33rd day of our 49-day journey from Pesach to Shavuot, liberation to revelation.
Today is Lag B'Omer, a minor festival within the Omer count. The syllable lag, in Hebrew, is spelled לג –– the number 33. (So Lag B'Omer just means "The 33rd Day of the Omer.") You can read more about this festival in my Lag B'Omer category.
I learned the teaching about the 33rd word of the Torah from a Hasidic text by the Bnei Yissaschar, and it inspired today's poem.