Passover -- celebrating with dearest ones
the providence of Yahweh who directed
death to pass over firstborn of faithful sons,
recalling again and again, a living realization,
that exodus from hostile slavery and extinction.
Mother, wearing her simple shawl of prayer,
lights candles, her special rubric to usher
in the Sabbath, and this feast of walking God’s way.
Who was the mother at Passover that day?
Blessed are You, Lord our God,
Ruler of the universe, who has sustained
us with life, keeping us alive,
enable us to know our blessings! The Haggadah
Mother, daughters, sisters and beloved
prepare the plates: matzah for the hurry
from Pharaoh, unleavened bread broken
to be shared, one piece hidden in a shroud,
buried as afikomen surprise at end of time,
a rising from the depths of death its metaphor,
for Christ said: Take and eat, this is my body; Matthew 26:26
roasted egg, offerings for the temple, life
waiting to be born from a tomb; maror,
the bitter herb of sin and darkness - our
enslavement trapping souls in strife;
charoset, apple-nut-honey mortar
of slavery’s daily building, horrid labor;
karpas, Spring greens that breathe rebirth;
lamb shank bone, our Suffering Servant,
God’s Son – our reconciliation!
Four cups for blessing, one for no one
except “Elijah,” forerunner and
announcer of Messiah, cup of wine
filled and pointing to the very one!
With the cup he took were obvious words:
Drink from it all of you, for this
is my blood of the covenant. Matthew 26:28
Between the first cup and the fourth,
wine dropped on words remember
plagues: blood, frogs, vermin,
wild beasts, pestilence, boils,
hail, locusts, darkness, and most feared
of all – slaying innocent first-borns.
Blood spilled for hardened
hearts, blood spilled again
by hearts but forget, but forever
sealed in forgiveness, there
in the farewell final dinner,
with twelve, fed by the mother
and the women, as they reclined
and only one hateful man declined.
It is our duty, then, to thank and to praise,
to glorify and to extol Him, who performed
all these wonders for our ancestors, and
for us. He took us from slavery to freedom,
from sorrow to joy, from mourning to
feasting, from darkness to great light,
and from bondage to redemption.
Alleluia … Praise the Lord! Haggadah
These words our savior sang
on an incredible Passover night,
a mother not far away,
using ancient ritual to say:
He is our matzah, our Lamb, our wine,
his death our exodus from death in time.