And he spaketh unto them, discretely and with much wonton care, to each gathered there, assembled in their robes and sandals and track suits.  And he said unto them, not without heavy breath and much sighing, to each, in each ear, quietly and all at once.  He sung to them, in his sweet and tender, oft volatile voice, upon their waiting palettes, waiting so eagerly for the news from afar.  And he rang the bell and each one, on their own together, walked out of the small room of trees and dirt into the bright sunlight, looking for something to eat.

1 comment:

Handy said...

can I retain you to write me a new hagadah?