1 Nissan 5781
Running, the tempest behind me,
still present in my thoughts and dreams;
yet, somewhere on the horizon, I can see
in the distance, there is a place serene.
Joyous within myself, outwardly smiling,
my emotions never surface enough to be visible;
perhaps, a trait from my ancestors upbringing,
learned men of books, studying in the shtetl.
My father comprehends the silence,
that his view from heaven always reveals;
although, amidst my own earthly burdens,
much for me still remains concealed.
Yehi ratzon, I will be consoled at last
by the promise of the Final Redemption;
each year that closes the gaps of the past,
brings us closer to our future reunion.
Linear time and eternity merge,
as hours pass into days and years;
in a single glimpse, moments converge,
carrying the weight of golden tears.
The Beis HaMikdash looms visible,
in the inner sanctum of the soul;
a place of solace, clearly recognizable
by the light of the Shepherd’s fold.