ECHOES

Lag BaOmer

We were there in that little house

But my mind was miles away

Where throngs danced

And bonfires swayed

At an ancient grave

On a holy day

We were there in that little house

But my mind was miles away   

I could see the bright flames

The circles of dancing   

The boys held aloft  

On this holy day  

But it wasn’t enough, all the magic I saw

I wanted to show my kids, too

So I turned on some music

Cut flames out of paper

To mimic the fires

Of this holy day

And we laid them on the floor

Our bright hand-cut flames

Linked hands and formed

Our own circle of joy

Dancing together

That holy day

We danced there in that little house

My small children and me

And their eyes glowed

Just like bonfires

The holy flames

Of a holy day

We don’t live anymore in that little house

And my children are no longer small

But each year I can picture

The best bonfire of all  

The fire in their eyes

On that holy day