Rosh Hashanah Poems - Poems about Rosh Hashanah

The rabbi gave a sermon Which I listened to on Zoom, Her Jewish New Year message Somehow piped into the room. The theme this year was kindness, Which seemed very apropos Since the world’s so full of hatred There’s no space for love to grow. If we all try just a little bit To treat each other well And give help to those...

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The rabbi gave a sermon Which I listened to on Zoom, Her Jewish New Year message Somehow piped into the room. The theme this year was kindness, Which seemed very apropos Since the world’s so full of hatred There’s no space for love to grow. If we all try just a little bit To treat each other well And give help to those...

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Happy New Year, Dear Friends! September30, 2019 Ah, apples with honey. Clipped or spiraled or Round Challah, so yummy! And prayers for a sweet year. Oh, such a treat. For both eternal souls and for human tummies. But better your prayers to Hashem be filled with gratitude, You know these fruits are His plenitude. This poet honors all Jews and Israel your great nation! Which your enemies...

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Buy a challah - make it round. Cook some kasha - lightly browned. Bake a brisket, with a mound Of onions on the top. Lots of vino to be downed. Honey cakes to add a pound. Hugs and wishes to abound And smiles that never stop. Hear the shofar's plaintive sound. Links to childhood somehow found. Ready now - we're New Year bound - New...

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WHOSE MESSIAH: Happy Rosh Hashanah Upon a tree, He was displayed ignominiously Arms stretched from East to West for our Shabbat Rest Body pulled along the North-South axis That is the price of Love, the width of Shalom You ask if the Creator erred in allowing the Fall Or had He erred in permitting Eve to succumb Yet He, Himself did atone,...

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I listen to the ancient prayers I've heard for all my life - Before I was a nana Or a mother or a wife. I hear them only once a year And though I know the tunes I haven't felt entrenched Like I once was in many moons. Yet still I go to temple And I think, as prayers are read, That...

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