We, the burdened.
And we, the burned.
Have had so much taken from us.
That we wonder what it is we can gift the world.
For us, may this be a year of Torah rising.
So that, in the absence of Torah and the desecration of Torah.
The letters of Torah float graciously on high.
Transcending the struggle.
And dangling over all life the wisdom of the generations and the strength of all our People.
When our hearts ache, may we ascend like the letters.
When our souls cry out, may we ascend like the  letters.
When our minds race, may we ascend like the letters.
When our bodies fail, may we ascend like the  letters.
And when the world calls, may all our answers lead to Torah.