03/31/2026
The Night We Remember by
On the first night of Passover, the Jewish people gather in time,
Setting up the seder while the candles softly shine.
From the youngest to the eldest, with anticipation and glee,
Will recite the Haggadah on how the Jews went free.
From houses in Miami, with the palm‑trees everywhere,
To the shtetl where smoke from the chimney fills the night air.
From the tents beside the Jordan to the shores of Galilee,
They all recite the Hagadah with joy and jubilee.
There’s parsley, there’s egg there’s salt and brine,
And a story of the Pharaoh, who once thought he ruled the line.
“He said, ‘You will not go!’” and the Jews began to groan and cry,
But Moshe persisted and continued to try
With the story of the plagues, from the first until the last,
Of the frogs, the locusts, and the fire that flew past,
Of the river turning red and the livestock being devoured,
Then all Egyptian first-born died in the midnight hour
They talk of bitter herbs and bo***ge by the Nile,
Of building up the Pharaoh’s bricks and working all the while.
But then they lift their matzah, flat,dry and thin,
“Because our bread had no time to rise when we left fleeing the Egyptians!”
They drink four cups of wine, or grape juice, sweet and clear,
Each one for a promise that the One Gd longed to hear:
“From slavery to freedom, from sorrow to joy,
From darkness to the morning for every Jewish girl and boy.”
At the door they leave it open, just ajar
When Elijah comes by the each home near and far.
They all hope he brings a message of peace that will never end,
Announcing the era of Moshiach to begin.
So whether you’re in Cairo or coming back from France,
Whether you’re in Mexico City or eating in Gdansk,
On the night of Passover, under candles soft and bright,
“Next year in Jerusalem!” Jews say with such delight.
