PASSOVER POEM

I hope all of you had a sweet and good Passover surrounded by loved ones as we traveled from slavery to freedom. Of course slavery/bondage can have many meanings in our present time – oen is freedom from worry; from pain or for any other thing that is weighing you down.

This poem really resonated with me -It’s called Matzah Ball Soup. I hope you like it. If you do please let me know. Thank you

It was never about the four children,
but about seeing our children
for exactly who they are.

It was never about the four questions,
but about living with curiosity.

It was never about Dayenu,
but about going to sleep affirming
that today I was and I am enough.

It was never about the matzah,
but about acknowledging
the profound fragility of life.

It was never about the seder plate,
but about recognizing
the symbolism in everyday things.

It was never about the maggid,
but about asking our parents
to teach us their stories.

It was never about the saltwater,
but about giving space for tears.

It was never about the plagues,
but about recognizing where
our broken world needs us most.

It was never about the four cups,
but about embracing life’s joys.

It was never about the seder,
but about seeking a sense
of order in a very chaotic world.

It was never about Elijah,
but about believing that
a better world is still possible.

By Rabbi Evan Schultz