בס״ד
Rosh HaShanah
Are we not all offered up,
by our fathers and mothers,
their hearts in their throats,
to a world of smoke and fire?
Do we not then turn around,
give over our own sons and daughters,
and, with our very hands,
place them upon the same mizbeach?
Knowing only that God sees what we do,
that simple faith brings simple compassion,
our children, like us, designated from the womb,
to relinquish their dearest.
Inspired by the slicha אם אפס רבע הקן.
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