We Remember Them

Monday evening is the beginning of Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, the holiest day in the Jewish calendar.  It is a time to ask forgiveness for our sins and also a time to remember those loved ones who are no longer with us.  This poem encapsulates our feelings for those who were with us in life and whom we remember in death.

In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.

         In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.

       In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.

       In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.

      In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.

     In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.

     When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.

     When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.

     When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them.

     So long as we live, they too shall live for they are now a part of us, as we 

           remember them.