Two rivers take you home: One flows with bitter tears of remorse,
the other with sweet tears of joy. For most of time, the first journey and the main journey was the bitter one.
Only once soaked in those waters could you rise to embrace your G‑d with joy.
But now we have experienced more than our fill of pain. That which our people suffered in lands across the ocean has purged every stain, bleached every garment of our souls, refined us and lifted us high.
The night is past. It is afternoon before Shabbat.
We have cried enough bitter tears. Now is time to return with joy.
See Margela B’Fuma D’Rava, 5746. Blessing of Erev Yom Kippur, 5750.
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Only once soaked in those waters could you rise to embrace your G‑d with joy.
But now we have experienced more than our fill of pain. That which our people suffered in lands across the ocean has purged every stain, bleached every garment of our souls, refined us and lifted us high.
The night is past. It is afternoon before Shabbat.
We have cried enough bitter tears. Now is time to return with joy.
See Margela B’Fuma D’Rava, 5746. Blessing of Erev Yom Kippur, 5750.
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