Some do not get the chance to rise and spread out like golden loaves of challah, filled with sweet raisins and crowned with shiny braids.
Rushed, neglected, not kneaded by caring hands, we grow up afraid that any touch might cause a break. There are some ingredients we never receive.
Tonight, let us bless our cracked surfaces and sharp edges, unafraid to see our brittleness and brave enough to see our beauty.
Reaching for wholeness, let us piece together the parts of ourselves we have found and honor all that is still hidden.
From The Journey Continues: The Ma'yan Passover Haggdah (Ma'yan,2000)