Notes About The Poem
My mind is on Passover and the Seders just completed. Please indulge me, my friends, in this poem on the topic.
No Hasty Seder
When God took us out from Egypt, we left in haste,
Not waiting for our flat bread to rise--no time to waste:
No time to contemplate the events of the night;
Just time to leave in a hurry, right after midnight.
No time to count the miracles God had performed
Or to see that to an orderly sequence they'd conformed;
Only the following year could we begin to comprehend
That our Exodus was carefully sequenced--not at all random.
So this is our charge to each and every generation:
To reenact the Exodus of the Jewish Nation.
And each time we relive the drama of Passover Night,
We move one step closer to the Messiah's light.
In haste did we exit Egypt the first Passover Night--
In orderly measure we shall leave the Diaspora when
the Final Redemption shines bright.
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