בס״ד
V’Zos HaBracha
Moshe doesn’t get to reach,
The goal he had intended,
He gets as far as Har Nevo,
And there his life is ended.
But he looks ahead to where the Tribes
Of Israel will ascend,
Knowing they’ll attain what he could not,
But that won’t be the end.
In every dor we parents
Guide our children to the path,
To carry on where we leave off,
Short of our goals, at the last.
Each year reborn to start anew,
As the Torah circles round,
Centermost, yet beyond our reach…
The dance is where we’re found.
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