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 Pesach

  By Chana Engel

  


Why is this night different from all other nights?

How come we dip twice when once seems alright?

Why is Chametz excluded from our cuisine?

What’s with this Maror, and why do we lean?

 

We rush to start the Seder, so the kids are awake,

To ask the 4 questions – with all the time it takes.

Question upon question, the Seder demands,

Because we want our kids to wonder, ask, and understand.

 

So we can tell them the story of how we were slaves,

Yet G‑d’s mighty hand came, and plucked us out of our graves.

He liberated us, and now we’re free men,

Had He not come to save us we’d still be slaves, as then.

 

But there’s a fifth question, that’s denied a mention,

There’s a seeming falsehood in the whole celebration.

It’s an issue so troubling; it’s burning in me,

Why are we rejoicing, if we’re no longer free?

We’re still trapped in an exile, still enslaved in a way,

And the hardships we were saved from, are still around today.

 

There are children who go to bed without a bite to eat,

There are those who can’t trust because of all the deceit.

There are lonely old women, with no one to care,

And there’s families in bomb shelters, fear thick in the air.

 

There are people whose eyes are just pieces of glass,

There are kids who can never keep up with their class.

There are young soldiers out there, who fall in combat,

Because we’re still stuck in exile – as simple as that.

 

And from the depths of our hearts escapes a desperate cry,

Just one short question we have, “G‑d – why?”

 

We can talk about faith, and Divine providence,

G‑d has a reason for every grievance.

He has a plan and it’s the best thing for us,

So place your trust in Him, without making a fuss.

 

I get it, understand it, I’ve heard this countless times,

I can comprehend it; accept it – but only in my mind.

I still can’t see it or feel it, the good’s not revealed,

And in our physical world, we can’t perceive the concealed.

 

It could be as good as good can ever get,

But if we didn’t have to suffer, that would be better yet.

 

The Seder comes to teach us a fundamental lesson,

When something is troubling you – go ahead and question!

Demand an answer, He’ll eventually reply,

And if you don’t like the response, then keep asking, ‘why?’

 

Because there’s an answer out there, I promise you,

And if Hashem knows it, He could share it with you,

And we want an answer, that has results to yield,

With goodness in our world, that’s openly revealed,

 

But ask like a child, it’s their questions we treasure,

They ask of their elders, for they surely know better.

They don’t mean to attack, nor sow seeds of doubt,

Their questions are innocent, to understand what it’s about.

 

‘Hashem, we’re not free, we have suffering brethren,

So why do we celebrate this great salvation?’

Take the child’s humility, and their forthright questions,

And demand that G‑d answer – with the final redemption!

 


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