The tension builds to the moment we’ve all been waiting for
The one for which we prayed for thousands of generations
While we walked blindly from nation to nation
From exile to exile
Stateless and grasping for a safe place to land
Till we were forced out once again.
And now we’ve come here
By foot or by donkey
By the wings of airplanes or the rusted hull of a ship
A people of all colors and tongues
A nation who carried their origin story
Like bread on the backs of the Jews
who moved from slavery to freedom
That fateful midnight by the sea.
Now the Earth quakes and the sun disappears in the heavens
The borders rumble and the Northern sky is filled with rockets
And with the coming of the new month of redemption
We prepare like the Jews of Egypt
Preparing our pascal offerings through the medium of belief
Cleaning out the crumbs of despair
Baking the bread of freedom for the moment we’ve all been waiting for
Howling like the great wail in Egypt, “Let My People Go!”
So while we clutch to each other as darkness looms
We feel the spirit of the Holy One Blessed Be He,
Weaving Himself around our people
Wherever we are in the world
Providing shelter from the storm that rages across the planet
Safe in the promises of the past
And the realization of prophecy in our near future.
May this month of Nissan
Bring forth the energy of freedom
Of the renewal of our joy
Of the return of captives to the embrace of their people
Of the soldiers home from our borders
Where man and land bloom together
In a sweet aura of redemption.
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