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Tag: Passover

Random Act Of Love-Poem

I went to the gas station by my house
got out and paid.
Behind me, a husband and wife embraced.
She smiled, he laughed—
I finished pumping gas.
I started my engine.
looked into the vanity mirror
and laughed—
a big tooth grin
picked out the matzah
stuck between my lower teeth
and smiled again.
Happy, full of gas,
driving back home—
A witness to a random
act of love.

Passover Sermon—Poem

The story of Passover can be summarized thus:
the people in question were slaves.
Servants in a kingdom who’s polity derided
and treated them harsh.
They cried out to God.
They sobbed for change.
The Lord sent a leader
hand picked from the waters
that mighty river that fed their strengths.
The universal narrative is one of autonomy.
Freedom to choose one’s religion and way of life.
Timeless—it reoccurs for all humanity.
The children of Israel were at their strongest
between the Sea of Reeds
and the Egyptian chariots in hot pursuit,
they needed that extra push, the fire
to propel them forward, to part the
raging waters confronting them.
“And the Lord said,
to Egypt you shall not return”
Never again to be a people prone
to needless servitude.
But what God really meant was, “I will
not direct you out through this road from
whence you came”—
from now forward, you have the
and my guiding words
to pull you through
hard times and
to remember how
your ancestors
conquered their worldly
struggles and overcame.



Why We Clean

Zachor, means remember.
Remember when we left Egypt
In haste, while the bread
We made had
No time to raise?

Spring cleaning began
When God commanded us,
To look for the HameSs
In all our homes.

A little leaven here and
There—during those eight
Fateful days is prohibited to

MaSsáh, we are told is a
Substitute we can have. It’s
Bread with no leaven in it,
Considered—the bread of life.

Within eighteen minutes it
Must be cooked and,

Eighteen is the numerical
Equivalent for life.

Life is ultimately, what
God wants us to have.

Thus, we clean prior to
Passover, we clean all the
Leaven we can find, in
Perpetual memory of our
Exodus out of darkness
And into the newness of life.

LORD, Pass Me Over


Moses realized,
The Lord, told him to
return His precious prize.

The bleating lamb
in exchange
for the first born.
The Egyptians,
were emphatically, warned.

Death, salvation and glory
became the
emphasis, of our story.

Told each year
in every Hebrew home
with awe,
reverence and fear.