(C) Rabbi Menachem Creditor
Celebrating the birth of Gavriel Mendel ben haRav Yonatan ve Frayda
The taste of the grape juice still on my lips,
Heart pounding, tears drying,
I remember that day.
My little boy,
Before everyone sang I was doubting myself, but their faces, their voices, their souls drew mine into a dance that, every once in a while, begins again. Like today's tearful, soulful dance.
When I brought my son into the covenant,
I was awash with the cosmos.
When we touch,
the grandeur of God,
we swim and dance and cry and sing.
We can be comforted in this way by God.
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