The Cup of Elijah

[Refill wine glasses one last time and open the front door to invite the prophet Elijah to join our seder]

אֵלִיָּֽהוּ הַנָּבִיא, אֵלִיָּֽהוּ הַתִּשְׁבִּי,

אֵלִיָּֽהוּ, אֵלִיָּֽהוּ,אֵלִיָּֽהוּ הַגִּלְעָדִי.

בִּמְהֵרָה בְיָמֵֽנוּ יָבוֹא אֵלֵֽינוּ

עִם מָשִֽׁיחַ בֶּן דָּוִד,

עִם מָשִֽׁיחַ בֶּן דָּוִד.

Eliyahu hanavi Eliyahu hatishbi Eliyahu, Eliyahu, Eliyahu hagiladi Bimheirah b’yameinu, yavo eileinu Im mashiach ben-David, Im mashiach ben-David

Now we read this poem, "For Memory" by Adrienne Rich

Freedom.

It isn’t once, to walk outunder the Milky Way, feeling the rivers of light,

the fields of dark—freedom is daily, prose-bound, routine remembering.

Putting together, inch by inch the starry worlds.

From all the lost collections.


haggadah Section: Hallel