THE FATHER’S TENT WALKS AMONG MEN
Hear, O peoples, and tremble:
the time of remembrance is fulfilled, the time of signs has dissolved.
Now the Mystery becomes reality: the Father’s Tent walks among men.
No longer fragile huts nor repeated rituals,
but a consecrated body, a living fire, a heart beating with Eternity.
A servant lifted up, then a multitude,
so that the Presence may no longer dwell in the winds of the past,
but in the flesh of the living, here and now.
From East to West, from North to South,
powers look on and do not understand,
while Heaven strikes the hour: tick, tock — the Jubilee of the harvest has come.
The desert blooms, the dust is clothed with beauty,
the earth groans and is transfigured.
Seek Sukkot no longer in books,
linger no more on symbols:
Sukkot breathes. Sukkot burns. Sukkot reigns in flesh and bone.
The Most High, He who stretched His Tent in the wilderness,
today plants it among the children of men.
And the word is fulfilled:
“Behold, the dwelling of God is with men. He will dwell with them,
and they will be His people,
and He Himself will be their God, forever.”