Found In: Parts of the Seder
Tags: nirtzah, Tamara Cohen
How does the journey to freedom continue?
Risking together what we never imagined possible on our own, we keep walking. The sea rises to our nostrils. Then, with a breath, the waters part.
Following fire and cloud, we stumble through endless desert. At night we build fragile shelters that sway in the wind. The water is too bitter to drink. Even manna sometimes tastes like sand.
Some cry out for Egypt, longing to return to the known.
How does our journey to freedom continue?
We re-awaken deep yearnings: for history and song, for learning and connection.
We glimpse new possibilities: for our lives and our communities, for our families and our world.
Some begin to plot change immediately. Others sit in the silence and absorb.
For ours is a holy journey. We falter, but will not turn back. Embracing the challenge of tradition, we clear new paths to the future. Ours is a holy journey, a journey towards new song.
For hundreds of years, seders have concluded with the words: "Next year in Jerusalem."
Jerusalem. A name that means city of peace, integrity, wholeness.
Jerusalem. A city of walls, ancient and new. Walls of apricot Jerusalem stone. Walls of misunderstanding, hatred, and violence between religious and secular, Jew and Arab, woman and man.
Jerusalem, what is our hope for your rebuilding?
A year of equality and inclusiveness.
A year of wholeness for our people.
A year of peace for all the peoples who sing to you, Jerusalem.
L'shanah haba'a bi'y'rushalayim. Next year in Jerusalem.
From The Journey Continues: The Ma'yan Haggadah, Ma'yan, 2000.