Parshat Vayechi finishes the eventful book of Breisheet, during which the family of Avraham grows, encounters jealousy, battles and famine and makes ready for their descent to Egypt. Of course, we are the readers who know the text and know what will happen next, so we can see that everyone has their prescribed roles in God's plan for the Jewish people.
One of the many themes in the book of Breisheet is the theme of blindness and seeing. Isaac is blind when he is fooled into giving the birthright to Jacob and much later we find a old and blind Jacob on his deathbed when Joseph brings his sons to be blessed. Despite his age and his inability to see, Jacob sees something in Joseph's sons. Once again the birthright is bestowed to the younger child and perhaps we are no longer surprised that this is happening. Perhaps here we learn that there is more to seeing than sight and many ways to recognize others when our eyes have lost their potency.
I will miss the book of Breisheet. With all of its twists and turns, its vivid characters and emotional presence, it never grows old. I look forward to returning to it once again.
I See You
I see you.
I see you in the places you shop
and in the car you drive.
I see you in the baseball cap on your head
and the sneakers you wear.
I see you in the dogs you walk
and in the ice cream you order.
I see you in the flags you fly
and the brands you choose.
I see you in the items in your shopping cart
and in the dishes in your kitchen sink.
I see you in the dust on the furniture.
and the pictures on your fridge.
I see you in your music play lists
and in the beverages you prefer.
I see you through your open windows
and through you front door.
I see you in the books you read
and in the jokes you tell.
I see you in your questions
and in your answers.
I see you in the friends you keep
and in the family that surrounds you.
I see you in what makes you laugh
and what makes you weep.
I see you in the words you choose
and in the tones of your voice.
I see you in the way you listen
and the way you respond.
I see you when you celebrate
and when you commemorate.
I see you by who you accept
and by who you reject.
I see you in what you choose to discard
and what you choose to save.
I see you in what you give
and what you take.
I see you in how you greet
and how you say good-bye.
I see you in what you reveal
and what you choose to keep hidden.
I see you in the way you treat others
and how you treat yourself.
Most of all.
How you treat yourself.
With my eyes I see
about you,
through you,
with you,
around you.
My eyes are full of you.
I see.
Noticing Joseph’s sons, Israel asked, “Who are these?” וַיַּ֥רְא יִשְׂרָאֵ֖ל אֶת־בְּנֵ֣י יוֹסֵ֑ף וַיֹּ֖אמֶר מִי־אֵֽלֶּה׃
Genesis 48:8
Now Israel’s eyes were dim with age; he could not see. So [Joseph] brought them close to him, and he kissed them and embraced them.
Genesis 48:10