Exodus

I have always loved Passover. I’m not a religious person but I am a storyteller and am moved by the countless generations that have retold the story of strength and resilience, of hope and of faith.  This year, I hosted a Seder in my home for the first time since Hurricane Ida destroyed it, gathering friends and family together to rejoice in the freedoms we enjoy and to honor the struggles that got us there.  With the aroma of brisket permeating my house, I felt a poem arise within me.  One that I would share at the Seder and that I now share with you. May we all be free.

Exodus

The Passover story is a story of hope.

Of believing that there is more for us

if we are willing to journey,

 to relinquish the familiar

and reach for the unknown.

It is a story of faith.

 Not in a vaporous wish

but in the self.

In one’s own ability to do the unimaginable

in service of a life worth living.