Sukkos

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Sukkos

Every season has its time,

It all happens by His will,

The world is neither yours nor mine,

Do all our efforts come to nil?

To find meaning I applied my mind,

But found existence way beyond me,

Madness, folly, just as blind,

How these questions weigh upon me.

“A riddle, wrapped in a mystery,

Inside of an enigma”,*

All existence, and all history,

We’re all at sea, so there’s no stigma.

Koheles sought but never found,

The key to heaven’s system,

But passed on to us his words profound,

To teach the path of wisdom.

* Winston Churchill, 1939