Prelude

A poem on the significance of the passover for temple goers.

Looking at the temple, beholding people great and small

Hearing the call of a man, crying “I beseech you friend, enter”

Looking at the temple, beholding people great and small

Hearing the call of a man, crying “I beseech you friend, enter”

It’s all prepared, whitewashed and magnificent; this is the mercy of God

See lives like a lamb’s blood poured into basins silver and gold

Witnesses’ watching in scarlet, saying “it is accepted”

One man’s life is shared with all, roasted with the fire of life

This is reasonable in the eye of the mitzvah 

Why should we conform to another law or submit oneself to another government,

How then can we prove what is good, acceptable and perfect?

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