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We have changed these services, these siddurim and machzorim, with our minds, our hands and our hearts.
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We change tradition—even our own tradition—because we honor it.Â
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If we honor it, we make it an example of a good deed.
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What helps us make sense of the world and does not harm another, we may do.
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Honoring our tradition of change comes from we who have made the tradition and changed it.
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When a measure of learning is ended, a chapter, a division, we mark the ending.
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Ending yields space for beginning.
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When the leaf falls, the tree does not sigh.
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Several past services and other material are part of this recycling. The last words of the Rosh Hashanah service taken out of the loose-leaf binder and replaced with the spiral-bound binder are these:
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May we live in peace.
And may our words and actions bring peace to all the world.
Amen.
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We are going to mark the transition from older to newer by reciting a chatzi kaddish, the short, or half-kaddish, prayer used when one section of a service has been completed but the entire prayer service has not been completed.
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We think Bnei Havurah will never complete our prayer service; we will be revisiting and revising—reconstructing—as long as we’re around. This chatzi kaddish in English is adapted from the Ed Towbin version:
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All readers:
May the wellspring of life be blessed as life unfolds, forever
and ever.
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May the source of life be blessed, and praised, and glorified, and
held in honor, viewed with awe, embellished, and
revered; peace is sanctified… it is blessed;
elevated higher than all the blessings, songs,
praises, and consolations that we utter in this
world.
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And we say: Amen
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Reader: [these are the first few lines of our current Rosh Hashanah service]
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One thing have I asked of god, one goal do I pursue:
to dwell in the eternal’s house throughout my days,
to know the bliss of the sublime, to visit in god’s temple.
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Awaken,
                       Here.
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                       Awaken to light,
                       to breath,
                       to hope.
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                       Enwrapped in the warmth of our community,
                       Embraced in the joy of our tradition.
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                       Awaken to creation,
                       to beauty,
                       to awe,
                       to the blasts of the shofar proclaiming:Â
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                                   Remember.
                                   Forgive.
                                   Return.
                                                                                  Gail A benEzra, Ed Towbin
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Nu, may new leaves grow.