and God said,
go forth from eretz mitzraim
and the women said,
how shall we provide for our children?
our milk will dry up in the desert wind
our bodies will shrivel and
be one with the grains of sand
you will find water to drink
and manna to eat
your bodies will be fruitful
and bring forth the next generation
your children will dwell in the promised land
your daughters will be free women
and your sons will cherish them
do not be afraid
for I have chosen you
the descendants of Sarah, Rivkah,
Rachel, Leah, Bilhah and Zilpah
to be a blessing to the nations
trusting in God once again
they packed their possessions
joining Miriam in joyous song
they left their slavery behind
though they remain nameless to this day
we remember their courage every year
as we tell the Passover story
eretz mitzraim - the land of Egypt (Hebrew)
©1996, Linda H. Feinberg (This poem is in my chapbook "Gathering the Sparks)
Happy Passover. Enjoy and diet later!
1 comment:
Wonderful words which will grace my seder table...i envision my mother speaking the italics and my daughters speaking the rest.
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