Small alef; poetry Beshallach

After the Sea of Reeds —
first time in a long time
Egyptians: no longer a threat.

Ahead of us — Wilderness,
and on the way to the mountain —
four more crises.

Three days into the wilderness of Shur
no water. [15:22 ff.]
Marah, cannot drink the water, bitter.
Ma Nishteh — what do we drink?

He turned around and cried out
God showed him a piece of wood
it is a tree of life to those who hold on to it.

He threw the piece of wood into the water
the water turned sweet.

I am Hashem, your healer —
drink me.

Small alef; poetry Beshallach
Maqam Ajam