Perhaps There Is No Richer Ritual

 

A poem for Passover about the endurance of the ritual:

Perhaps there is no richer ritual:
A stirring tale, food, wine, prayer, and song,
Some history -- some real, some mythical --
Soul-seeds sown each spring, who knows how long?
One comes and goes; the memory remains,
Vividly present to each generation.
Enduring by evolving, it retains,
Restores, renews the ID of a nation.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Gymnopedie. By Erik Satie. Arranged by Wahneta Meixsell. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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Poem of the Week

April 14, 2011 #629

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Passover.
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Nick Gordon

Perhaps a meal ought not bear so much weight.
A dining room is not a synagogue.
Sometimes, however, food's a pedagogue.
Sometimes one's best text is what one ate.
One finds in food the sense in many senses,
Vested in a symbol what will last.
Even as a people needs its past,
Ritual foods dismantle time's defenses.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

March 25, 2010 #574
 
Dear Subscriber:
 
This week’s poem of the week is a Passover poem.
 
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
 
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Yours,
 
Nick Gordon
 
Pour yourself like wine into the glass,
A liquid shaped by glass blown long ago,
Singing every year the words you know,
Songs that do not change as your years pass.
Old glass, new wine; new matter, ancient form;
Vintages that burst with life and joy;
Enduring hope no horror can destroy;
Ritual that makes a faith a home.
 
© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

April 2, 2009 #526

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a Passover poem.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

Palpably, You are in this room,
A presence just as certain as our own,
Singing with us – family friend, well-known --
Someone, not just something we assume.
One can know You only intimately.
Vast as You are, You fit into our home.
Every tick of life we're not alone,
Rejoicing in a love we feel and see.

© by Nicholas Gordon