Sukkos

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Sukkos

The garden has faded,

The fall harvest done,

The last bunch of thyme

In the sukkah is hung.

The basil is gone,

The parsley is finished,

The cucumbers wilted,

The tomatoes diminished.

We’ve called out to HaShem,

And prayed for His grace,

Now enclosed in His arms,

We can feel His embrace.

 Time to sit and take stock,

To give thanks for the land,

And be quietly grateful,

For the gifts from His hand.