On March 22 at sunset, with the new moon, we mark the beginning of the Jewish month of Nisan.
Rosh Hodesh Nisan
A Poem by Melanie Gruenwald
While we are planting seeds
and sweeping corners
the narrow thoughts that hold me back
the chametz that weighs me down
the seeds are
green bulbs just peeking above the freshly fallen
Waves knock me down as I rise again
my feet stuck in the murky earth
afraid that if I move too far ahead the past will no longer exist.
cloudy with hope and wonder
For this time is the first time this moment ever
am floating with my people
across the sea.
Wading into the depth
wishing the waves knock me down
just one more time
so hard I can barely breathe
And yet I rise again
The timbrel still in my hand
For we have lived these moments before
And yet they are each new
And liberation beckons.