Cedars of Lebanon: The Death of Tammuz
Then He brought me to the door of the gate of the Lord’s house which was toward the north; and, behold, there sat the women weeping for Tammuz (Ezekiel 8:14).
Go Forth, O ye daughters
Of Zion, lamenting,
For Tammuz, the radiant Tammuz, is dead!
The days that draw near will be clouded and barren,
A twilight of souls and long autumn ahead.
At sunlight’s first gleaming
On radiant mornings
We wake to the grove that was darker than night,
To the grove of inscrutable mysteries and dreams,
To the altar of Tammuz, the altar of light.
What dance shall we dance now
Encircling the altar?
What dance shall we dance before Tammuz today?
Step right and step left—step seven by seven!
We bow down in worship, “Return here!” we pray.
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