What did the Mishkan look like? We have exact blueprints of it saved by historians and worded in The Chumash Torah as described by an Author of Torah. We see pictures of it reinvented so it takes a true form of life, not only two dimensional but full sized, a real life sculpture.
So how can we describe it, not as actually a piece of art, but how it makes us feel to envision it, and to want to touch it as we now touch the Torah Scrolls when they are in procession down the aisle of a Jewish Temple.
We kiss our books, our prayer books, Seders, and feel affection and love as we watch the Torah marched, danced down the pathway, fully garbed in Torah covers, dynamite awesome sewed tapestries, glitter and shine, sparkling, as gold. Gold as the metal that comprised the Mishkan.
Who carried it? The Levites. Grab as far as you can reach. Got it? Touch its surface, smooth, gently, furry, felt-like, embroidered, silk and wool, linen, blue, purple, crimson, white. Where is the white? It is in the rainbow, all colors together, merged, cause whiteness.
To savor a clean feeling in one's mouth as we sing as the Torah is walked down the aisle, no red carpet, wooden benches, a Book of Life, a Bemah. Torah Stand.
A congregant who is in need of peace to shake everyone's hand as they pass by and walk up and then down the Bemah, up and then down Jacob's Ladder. A stage? The curtain behind who stands the Wizard of Oz? To bow frequently, to throw kisses, to throw candy, to catch it and chew it to sweeten our dispositions as we politely, sweetly sing with the Cantor.
The Mishkan? What is behind the Ark? Can we open the Ark doors? Blindingly the shine of the Mishkan with cherubs, two, each on the top. A place to bake Challah breads, two loaves at a time. Golden rods to fit comfortably inside the hands of the working Levites, to get a grip.
Olive oil. Surging and splashing. Oil that heals. Oil that lights a candle, or nine on Chanukah, arms branches, the Family Tree. Twelve Tribes of Israel. To which do you belong?
David. The anointed ones. To hear David again and again each generation, to feel his poetry in your heart.
To use this poetry to keep a loving feeling, especially to love Gd with a mind, a brain, an intellect.
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