Our Sealed Rooms
What it felt like,
ripping the plastic off our windows,
To let the air of freedom
through panes sealed against the gas. Purim in Shushan
- five years ago -
in our sealed rooms.
How even the radio said
it was a miracle and quoted us Isaiah
between the ads for this and that
it all vanished so quickly,
like a cloud of gas our faith,
and back we retreated once again to
our sealed rooms.
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Adar 5756.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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