The night is so dark

and I am afraid.

I see nothing, smell nothing,

the only reality—

I am holding my mother’s hand.

And as we walk

I hear the sounds

of a multitude in motion—

in front, behind,

all around,

a multitude in motion.

I have no thought of tomorrow,

now, in the darkness,

there is only motion

and my mother’s hand.

© Merle Feld, Finding Words, URJ Press 2011


haggadah Section: -- Exodus Story