Passover

 
These days God sent us over,
led us through ten plagues,
saved us now and for forever
as we stand singing
by the shore of the parting waters.
He sent a prophet, a man of God, to lead us through,
all the struggle and searching
to find You.
Make the matzah bittersweet,
horseradish and boiled beets,
a metaphor of life,
an anti-semite on every pretty street,
but keep still, love one another,
is what God revealed.
You germinated our souls
out of dust, out of mud.
We were your people, your Chosen Ones, for we chose You.
We've followed You once again;
through the silence of isolation
through the Spanish Inquisition,
through  the purge of genocide,
through subtle assimilation,
to be counted as one more vessel, shining in His light.
Hide the Afikoman,
for the children's delight.
As the sun settles down
lay out the Seder Plate,
sweet apples and salty tears, 
each in its own place.
Elijah's knock, knocking
at the door, it's not too late.
We hope he can lead us 
up the mountain path of Torah,
give us a kind of Godly aura.
Carry on, holy, holy, is Elijah.
We were once slaves,
but now we're free,
God says, remember Me,
though My path be worn and lean.
I will be there to carry you 
on Eagle’s wings,
past all those sad thought things.
I will be there,
to uplift your souls
from material to ethereal,
all we have to do is choose,
as we chose You once before.