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09/29/11
Rosh Hashanah and Us
Last evening, 1 Tishri 5772, As the end-of-September sun descended, You and I, Linda, Attended the first night of services For Rosh Hashanah worship, The celebratory commencement Of the High Holy Days.
Sitting on a front-row bench, Drawn to the bema, the rabbis, the ark, In a temple we'd visited only twice, We touched hands, Recited prayers and sang hymns That came echoing back, Decades after we'd let them go silent.
And as we expressed intimate contrition, Confessed our sins, Professed our most devout intentions To mend our errant ways, The ancient heritage claimed our hearts, Called us back, to start over, Together, now . . . called us home.
09/29/11
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