כָ ה . . . ְפּ נַפְ שְִׁו כְּ רְָז
לֵא
שְֶׁא לַ יָע
חַ נּ וּ ןְו
כְּ רְָז
For Nir Yitzhak , Holit , and Sufa , For every community , In every generation . . .
הֶלּֽ ֵא ֶא ה . . . Eileh ezk ’ rah . . . These I remember . . .
But how can I remember What was stolen ? The loves , lost . The dreams , lost . Scientists , poets , Artists , visionaries , Leaders , learners , Teachers of Torah , The generations , lost . The children of children , And their children , And theirs , Never to be .
הֶלּֽ ֵא ֶא ה י Eileh ezk ’ rah , v ’ nafshi alai eshp ’ chah . . . These I remember , I pour out my soul from within me . . .
And I call out . . .
י ה ו ה י ה ו ה ַר ח וּ ם … Adonai , Adonai , El rachum v ’ chanun . . . God , God , compassionate and gracious . . .
Remember us .
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Used with permission from Enter These Gates : Meditations for the Days of Awe by Alden Solovy ( CCAR Press , 2024 ). Available at enterthesegates . ccarpress . org
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