We are all sometimes in Mitzrayim
Tense, constricted, stuck, distressed.
Holding on tight to make things right
Rushing ourselves out into the night
With bread we feel is not done quite right.
But now we have arrived at redemption
In the blink of an eye -- Keheref ayin
There is nothing to do but lean in
Breathe,
recline,
relax,
mesubin
Dip your soul
Twice into oceans of plenty
Let others do the pouring.
Let God do the protecting.
Let Elijah stand guard.
Your only job is to dip and sip
And pour out your free forming song
Like wine.
Move now like the sheep, like the rams
Of the mountains -- shake it out
Leap and dance,
skip and tremble and bound -
Until your cords become unbound
With awe and joy
At the clarity of seeing
What the Red Sea saw:
We are safe, we are cared for
We are not in charge
There is hope, there is meaning
There is freedom
There is love
We can rest.
And in our rest, a shift will unfold
Without our firm hold.
Mah Nishtanah
What has been changed on this night?
Not just the vegetables and the bread
But our sight,
our sense that things are already all right.
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