Rosh Hashana opens up the
book Of life, that we might be inscribed therein. So does the will work wonders with the wind, Harrowing the leaves that tempests shook. How might we make our peace with death and pain? As terror stalks our steps, how might we dance, Singing through the vales of circumstance, Happy to be alive through loss or gain? All we have are justice, hope, and love, Nor will these weak or insufficient prove As we repent our evil once again, Having faith it will not be in vain.