A poem written spontaneously at the 1999 Benefit seder of ATJT.
Lord, it is time
Winter’s coldness was strong
Now we have seen it through
Spring has come, the time of the season’s opening
Days of our first freedom
Bless us as we praise you
Help us to remember who made this food
And to hold in our hearts as we eat
All those in want, those who this night have no home
May we in our lives be firm
In making effort always for the good
And never stop loving you
Finding you everywhere we go
Blessed are you who brings us friendship
And the fruit of the earth
