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Teshuvah — Returning
You and I, Linda, my spirit, come to Temple Israel, in St. Louis, This balmy Wednesday sundown, Tishri 5771, This first night of the Jewish New Year — Rosh Hashanah...
Come, hand in hand, to commence the mending of our rent faith, Make whole our long-ago-broken religious vows, By devoting our souls to teshuvah — repentance, atonement...
Come overflowing with inchoate compassion and charity, Hope that the glow stoked in the nurturing bosom of our heritage (When both of us were "coming of age"-year-olds
And our mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins Wove us into the skeins of wondrous ancestral traditions, Made us scions of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Moses, and David)
Will flow, one more gifted, privileged moment, in our lifetimes, Like Baruch atas, Psalms, Avinu Malkeinus, off our tongue tips, And reacquaint us with the Chosen people's relationship to Adonai,
Bring us back into the myriadly scattered fold, So that we two — dancer and poet, aging, strayed, yearning — Might experience jubilation the slaves felt, escaping Pharaoh's chains,
The forty-days/years of desolation/desperation they knew, Roaming in the wilds, before finally reaching the Promised Land, The solemnity, serenity they tasted, on kissing Canaan...
Come, this blessed beginning of another ageless New Year, To Elohim's covenantal temple, deeply in love — Strayed Jews eager to renew our blood ties with who we are.
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