Tossing Our Sins

Before the new year can begin,
You have to throw out every sin;
So with a rock or piece of bread,
You toss them quickly overhead

Into a river or a lake,
Where they’ll be gone, for symbol’s sake.
The brand-new year will start and then
Your sinning can begin again!

*a tradition on Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year
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Rigoler Avatar
September 28, 2022 at 10:50 AM
A truth I devoutly wish I didn't have to acknowledge about myself! / Maurice
Krutsinger Avatar
September 28, 2022 at 9:57 AM
This is perfect! I teach children to throw their troubles down the river and watch them float away.
Wolf Avatar
September 27, 2022 at 9:37 PM
Ha, ha, ha, ha!... Yet why can this not be the year that we make good on our (not) vows?! ~ Naive, idealistic, ever-hopeful
Leffanta Avatar
September 27, 2022 at 11:13 AM
It is good to know they don't bounce back! Enjoyed! Aloha!
Andresen Avatar
September 27, 2022 at 2:52 AM
- I have heard of "tossing sins"... why throw away the old ones when we make new ones all the time ... love it, Ilene :) - hugs
Slaughter Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 1:45 PM
The gifts that keep on giving...and coming back to haunt us. I do rather like the idea behind this "tradition", however. Excellent piece, Ilene...and I'm not even Jewish.
Legros Kelley Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 1:21 PM
This is a fun write Ilene! I know some who removed it all from their homes and took it to others' houses who are not celebrating, and then after the celebration, went back over to pick it all back up! Is that cheating?!! Well, anyway, they got it all out for the Holiday anyway :D <3
Elless Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 1:09 PM
Ilene,You.are sharp today. It is witty. Fine poem, I like.it. Stay Creative. Howard
Manassian Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 11:58 AM
Oh... that last line is pure gold. Good to read you again, dear.
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