Our noisy year has now descended with the sun beyond our
sight, and in the silence of this praying place, we close the door upon the
hectic joys and fears, the accomplishments and anguish, of the year that we
have left behind. What was but moments
ago the substance of our life has now become its memory, and what we did must
now be woven into what we are. On this
day we shall not do, but be;…
We are here on Rosh Hashanah Eve, poised somewhere between
what we have been and what we wish to be.
We are here at this season of teshuvah, of turning, of returning to the
self we have covered up behind the roles and masks with which we have learned
to protect ourselves. We are here in
celebration and in search, in judgment and embrace, ready to confront ourselves
and the world in which we find ourselves this night. We seek to open wide the windows behind which
we have hidden, and to send forth hand and heart to learn where we have come,
what we have become, and what we hope to be.
By Richard N. Levy
L'Shana Tovah! May you be inscribed in the Book of Life...
