January 26, 2007

What Passover Has Taught Me

that when we gather at home the door must be open and a place set for even godless goyim like me
that the bitter reminds us of how sweet desert will be
that we must repeat the words we have been taught before they are forgotten or forbidden
that Springtime however green is dipped in tears and the mortar of monuments is mixed by human hands
that we must learn to answer the questions the children ask
that when we are summoned & ordered to bow we must stand and confront the Pharaoh
not for us, but for the first born if not our own then for those of others.


Anonymous said...

happy birthday dan.-fortheloveofcc

Glenn Werner said...

Good Poem, very.