Searching the sky
With a hopeful eye,
In the chilly night air
Until the moon will appear.
At last the clouds part,
The prayer can start,
First a dance with their feet
Then one another they greet.
“Can you please explain
In words simple and plain:
What are they saying?
For whom are they praying?”
Over fifteen days the moon waned small
Until it wasn’t even seen at all.
Rosh Chodesh a silver sliver appeared
As symbol of our nation it became endeared
Though it’s crescent ‘s mighty tiny
A glowing presence no less shiny
As precious as a jewel
A portend of renewal.
We, too, a nation seemingly small
Serve to reflect G-d’s light upon all.
Even at night when it’s so very dark
In the long, long golus difficult and stark,
That sliver of moon lights our way
Assuring the sun will return by day.
Each coming night the moon grows stronger,
Hoping now to be obscured no longer.
Until the middle of the month, on day fifteen,
When the moon’s full disc reflects a source unseen.
The next fifteen nights it does however shrink
Not a positive sign, one is liable to think.
But when we perceive it taking a dwindling course,
Actually it’s heading closer to much higher source
Bowing to the will of G-d the moon submits
Gathering more light to shed on all that exists.
So when it seems to be getting darker we are drawing closer to the One
Who will soon remake the moon big and bright as the sun
On that day it will become clear for all the world to see
How much pure light we generated by serving faithfully..