Pesach

בס״ד

Pesach

Amidst missiles and sirens

Am Yisroel focuses upon

moving forward.

As darts of destruction fly overhead,

I wonder, as they pass over me,

What would be if some Angel

Contemplated crossing my bloodless doorway?

What sign shall I make to indicate,

It is me and mine within,

We and others, sheltered,

Behind a portal of steel and concrete.

Perhaps I will,

Yes, brush in hand,

Perhaps I will mark our inner lintel,

With a shimmering streak of scarlet.