How peaceful it is,
To shut down the laptop,
Turn off the printer,
Put the phone in silent mode.

To still our thoughts
And kindle the lights, 
Be sanctified in the 
Presence of Shehinah.

What a joy it is, 
To sing ancient melodies,
Echo words of our ancestors,
And prayers of our children.

How powerful it is,
To squeeze through a portal in time,
Arriving at the shore where
Past and future meet.

How bold it is to affirm once again,
That we still drink from Miriam’s Well,
That one day Elijah will be at the door.
That next year, or perhaps the next,
We will gather to celebrate in
Jerusalem reborn.




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