The Messiah Is Crowned and Wakes Adam From the Dust of Eden
Fitted with a crown and a helmet of salvation, the Messiah walks the burning walls of Paradise and calls Adam and the patriarchs out of sleep.
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The Messiah waits inside a palace at the center of the garden, and the palace has a name. They call it the Bird's Nest. He has waited there since before the stars, and every sixth day, when Israel begins to sweep its houses and braid its loaves for Shabbat, the souls pressed against the second wall of Gan Eden look up and catch sight of him for the length of a single breath. Then he is gone again. The light of him rests over them for a moment and is hidden away.
This morning the Holy One does not hide him.
A Crown and a Helmet of Salvation
God clothes him. First the crown, set on his head with both hands. Then a helmet of salvation, the kind a man wears walking into a war he cannot lose. Radiance comes next, and splendor, and garments of glory laid over his shoulders until the figure standing in the garden no longer looks like a prisoner who has waited ten thousand years. He looks like a king on the morning of his accession.
The palaces of the garden feel it before anyone speaks. Every palace trembles. The Bird's Nest trembles hardest of all, the way a house shakes when the one who lived in it walks out the door for good. The Messiah steps from the inner chamber, and the righteous who have kept him company step out behind him, and he pulls on the garments of vengeance that were sewn for this single day, the day Israel is saved. The patriarchs fall in beside him. Together they move toward the center.
The Walls That Burn Green and Red
Behind him stand the walls of Paradise, set one inside another like the rings of a tree. The second wall is built of fire, green fire and red fire braided together, and an angel named Paniel stands appointed over it. Paniel knows every soul behind his wall, and they are not the souls a stranger would expect.
They are not sages. They are not men who filled their days with study. Behind Paniel's burning wall stand the parents who had no merit of their own and gave their children to Torah anyway. They could not read the words themselves. They went without so a boy could sit in a house of learning instead of in a field. They strained for it, year after year, and the merit they could not earn for themselves their children carried back to them like water drawn for a thirsty man. Beside them stand people of deeds, ordinary people who once, for the length of a moment, heard a word of Torah or a word of rebuke and did not let it pass. They acted. One moment of acting, and the gate of this wall opened to them.
The pleasantness of the righteous settles over all of them now, the same light that usually lasts a heartbeat and vanishes. This morning it does not vanish.
The Voice at the Center of the Garden
The Messiah reaches the pillar that stands in the middle of the garden, the axis around which the whole of Paradise is wound. He takes hold of the four rings fixed at the four corners of the garden, one in each hand, gripping the world's furthest edges as a man grips the reins of a beast he is about to drive. Then he gives forth his voice.
The firmament over the garden trembles. The sound does not stay inside the walls. It climbs the mountains of the world above, and the Holy One stands him on a high peak so that all Israel will hear, and the words he sends down are plain. "Salvation has drawn near."
Israel looks up at the figure crowned on the mountain and does not know him. "Who are you?" they call. He answers, "I am Ephraim." A murmur goes through them. "Are you the one God called Ephraim, My firstborn, the dear son?" "Yes," he says. And then Israel, who has waited as long as he has, gives him his first command. "Go and bring good news to those sleeping in Machpelah, so they may rise first."
Enough Sleep
He goes down to the cave at Hebron where the patriarchs lie. He stands over the dust and speaks into it. "Abraham. Isaac. Jacob. Rise. Enough sleep."
The dust stirs. A voice comes up out of it, thick with the weight of ages. "Who is this uncovering the dust from over us?" He tells them, "I am the Messiah of the LORD. Salvation has drawn near. The hour has drawn near." There is a silence in the cave. Then the patriarchs answer with the same instinct Israel had on the mountain, the refusal to take the first place for themselves. "If this is truly so, go and bring good news to Adam the first man, so he may rise first."
So the Messiah goes to the oldest sleeper of all, the one whose sin first put the rest of them in the ground. He bends close. "Enough sleep."
Adam stirs. "Who is this driving sleep from my eyes?" And the answer that comes is the one Adam waited for across every generation that descended from his body. "I am the Messiah of the LORD, from among your descendants."
Adam stands. And the instant the first man is on his feet, the ground gives up everyone. His whole generation rises with him. Abraham, Isaac, Jacob. All the righteous. All the tribes. Every generation from one end of the world to the other comes up out of the dust at once, blinking in a light that no longer hides itself. They open their mouths, and what comes out is song. The mountains hear it and begin to dance like calves. The trees of the field clap, hand against hand, and over all of it rolls the sound of the feet coming down from the peak, beautiful upon the mountains, carrying the news that the long sleep is finished.
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