As I fill the cup for kiddush
I am momentarily distracted
and when I return to the task at hand
I see that my cup hath runneth over.
I am momentarily distracted
and when I return to the task at hand
I see that my cup hath runneth over.
Soon there’s a red river
running down the tablecloth
toward the pristine carpet
but it does not faze me.
running down the tablecloth
toward the pristine carpet
but it does not faze me.
Instead, I look with wonder
at the steady flow
and it evokes an image
of eternal life.
at the steady flow
and it evokes an image
of eternal life.
The blood-red droplets
make me think of Passover
when we count and recount
the plagues our ancestors endured.
make me think of Passover
when we count and recount
the plagues our ancestors endured.
And I imagine a world
where pandemics and pogroms,
pestilence and pollution
are a thing of the past.
where pandemics and pogroms,
pestilence and pollution
are a thing of the past.
I envision instead
a world filled with love,
with hope, with peace,
with joy.
a world filled with love,
with hope, with peace,
with joy.
In this place
I break into a blissful dance,
unfettered,
unrestrained.
I break into a blissful dance,
unfettered,
unrestrained.
Soon reality kicks in.
I grab paper towels
to absorb the mess
that surrounds me today.
I grab paper towels
to absorb the mess
that surrounds me today.
