An unmeasured amount of blessings,
found within these two leather boxes;
a treasure beyond compare to things,
discarded after wear & tear, and disuse.
My tefillin contain the keys to life,
divinely-inspired words for my heart,
to contemplate, while setting aside strife;
and permit my soul to regain its art.
These pearls of lasting value,
bestowed upon me by my mother,
after my father’s transition to shomayim,
so that I can carry on the sacred task.
How many generations were these passed
down from father to son, until I received
them at last, that wearing them might mend
my fractured soul, and renew my strength?
Every morning before sunrise, I bind
the leather straps seven times around my arm;
and, place the second box upon my head,
carefully above the hairline, according to halacha –
a repository of tradition, to safeguard my faith.