End Matzoh

This is very interesting.
I wanted to post it for End Pesach. Pesach is over tonight 9:32.
We did it. We made it out another year.
Many many insights B'H for me.
I'm blissing.

I've been listening to the sneak peak of WE SHALL OVERCOME , Springsteen's new CD to be released April 25th. www.brucespringsteen.net
My favourite track is O Mary Don't You Weep.
I think that is because of the timing.
O Mary don't you weep don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep don't you mourn
Pharoh's army got drownd ed
O Mary don't you weep.

Where the myth got corrupted is that Mary, Miri, Miriam, did NOT weep, she sang the Song of the Sea and the Women Drummed.But it is a fabulous folk song.


Here is an article about Passover posted here:
http://www.chabadtomsriver.com/library/article.asp?AID=2016
This is from a religious aspect. Good parable.

Sefirah: Revelation and StruggleBy Zvi Yair

The town was surrounded by a chain of tall, dark, wooded hills.

Heavy dank clouds hovered over the narrow valley, permitting not a single ray of the sun to pass through.

The townsfolk were born, they lived--and they died--in the "vale of tears, " as the place was sometimes called.
They had no notion that out there somewhere there were happy, sun-lit places.

But one spring day a wondrous stranger wandered into the dark valley.
Seeing their atrophied, joyless life, he told them about his homeland: a place of sunlight, of fresh air, of joy and song.
Hardly anyone believed that there really was such a place.

One morning, just before daybreak, the stranger took them to the edge of the valley, and when the early morning breezes drove away the dark clouds, they saw far off in the distance, as if illuminated by a flash of lightning, a green-covered plateau on top of a distant mount bathed in the light of the rising sun.

"That is the land to which I will take you, " the wondrous man called out to the stunned people of the valley.

The sight of the sun and its rays instilled hope in the people, and they eagerly followed their leader.

The journey from the dark and dank valley was long and treacherous.
There were bleak wastelands, sandy deserts, steep hills to climb.
There was yet no sign of the wondrous mount which was their destination.

From time to time their leader would refresh their memories, recalling that glorious morning when they had seen the mount with their own eyes.
On these occasions, they could "see" again the top of the mount bathed in sunlight.
And the remembrance gave them the strength and faith to sustain them until that glorious day when they would actually stand at the foot of the mount.

The Cosmic Valley

This, say the Chassidic masters, is the story of our daily lives: the constant struggle, the exhausting climb up the ladder of perfection, developing the raw material of our being, approaching, yet never quite achieving wholeness.

It is a ladder whose base is fixed in the dark valley of a world where G-d hides His face, and whose uppermost rung stretches to the wellspring of light.

And yet there are those rare moments of revelation.
Moments in which the face of G-d smiles through the haze and we glimpse the promised land that is the culmination of our journey.

The story of our daily lives is the story of a journey made in darkness, the story of an ongoing struggle with the forces of nature within ourselves, and outside ourselves.

But without those flashes from Above--without the rays of light that drive away darkness if only for the briefest of moments--we could not survive the tortuous journey, and reach our ultimate goal.


By Zvi Yair
Zvi Yair is the pen-name of Rabbi Zvi Meir Steinmetz, an acclaimed Hebrew poet and Chassidic scholar who lives in Brooklyn, New York

.....
Quite poetic, me thinks
and it links
with
post for peace

We CAN do it.

PEACE