I sing praise
to recall
The people who crossed the sea
at the very beginnings of their freedom
Those who stood with one another
In a magnificent space of worship
And played and intoned melodies
That drew them together
I sing praise
For those in exile who found a way
To share the psalms of their youth
In a strange land
For those who returned with a revitalized spirit
To their homes and their Temple
And gave voice to their faith
From the depths of their soul
I sing praise
For those exiled again
Who prayed in song in smaller and remote spaces
And studied with one another in a rhythm
That was like wisdom-driven percussion
I sing praise
For the members of communities who developed different styles and traditions, with disparate tunes for nearly-identical texts, but who, with common language,
Found a way to connect through those holy and shared words.
I sing praise
For Seder songs that I heard in my home as my father and his brothers passed down the family musical tradition for the festival of freedom
I sing praise
For my mentors, teachers, family members and friends who have inspired me to continue to sing songs of liberation and peace that will accompany us as we cross the sea again and again.
I sing praise
In my heart and mind
As the Author of Freedom
Listens and sings back
In eternal harmony.
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