בס״ד
Shabbos Chol HaMoed Sukkos
First comes an earthquake,
Then Gog and Magog,
Next Moshiach is coming,
Before we’re too old.
So recline in your Sukkah,
Be joyful and sing,
We’ll rely on HaShem,
As we wield David’s Sling.
As Yechezkel predicted,
Perhaps for our dor,
We will use those who hate us,
to mop up the floor.
בס״ד
Sukkos
the wings within which I am sheltered,
this bamboo roof, these fabric walls,
sunlight peeking though reed feathers,
shimmering, speckled, as it falls.
the encircling cloth veils and refines,
sun and starlight, smoothing,
what wings are these that envelope me,
whose quiet voice whispering, soothing?
by human hand erected, but a fluttering presence
alights within it, pinions unfolding,
a je ne sais quoi, an essence,
that the sukkah's dearly holding.
these wings are not for flying,
they are for embracing
the ones we love.
בס״ד
Yom Kippur/Shabbos
I used to be critical of Yonah
He flees from his mission
and his K’el
Avoids tshuva ’til he’s in the belly
of a whale
Completes his assignment in a
half-hearted way
Pouts and sulks when he doesn’t
have a say
I used to be critical of Yonah
But he sounds just like me
