Bring forth the barley which God does provide
For the oxen we work and the donkeys we ride.
We once were mere beasts to Pharoah the king;
And now on this Pesach, we sing!
Bring forth the wheat, for God does provide
Bread for our table, our young satisfied
In Torah’s Love-letter we learn life’s meaning;
And now on Shavuot, we sing.
Bring forth the fruit, for God does provide
The means for our progress, a shield and a guide.
Though frail we can know Him, despite wandering;
And now every Sukkot, we sing.
Through many and many years tragic and long
We Jews have been yearning to voice our own song.
Each new generation has something to bring–
So take a deep breath now, and sing!
Love it, Joan…and your eulogy poem for Tammy made me shed tears (again). WONDERFUL1
Thank you, Ma. I’m glad you find my words meaningful.