From The Words of Hope (Divrei Tikvah)
Temple Isaiah, Los Angeles
On Rosh Hashanah it is written. On Yom Kippur it is sealed.
Who shall be pierced by envy
And who shall be torn by resentment
Who shall be tormented by the fire of ambition
And whose hopes shall be quenched by the waters of failure
Who shall hunger for approval
and Who shall be stuffed with selfishness
Who shall be poor in her own eyes
and Who shall be rich in good deeds
Who shall study Torah
and Who shall grind for grades
Who shall be open-minded
and Who shall be tight-fisted
Who shall be truly alive
and Who shall merely exist
Who shall burn with the fire of greed
and Who shall drown in the waters of despair
Whose tongue shall be a thrusting sword
And whose words shall make for peace
Who shall be plagued by fear of the world
and Who shall strangle for lack of friends
Who shall go forth in the quest for truth
and Who shall be locked in the prison of self
Who shall be serene in every storm
and Who shall be troubled by the passing breeze
Who shall be poor in the midst of possessions
and Who shall be rich, content with their lot.
But Rosh Hashanah has just begun...
We can annul the decrees
We can re-open the future
We can reclaim our lives
We can change the future by changing ourselves.
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