‘Twas The Night Before Pesach

’Twas The Night Before Pesach

A Passover Poem: By Bruce L. Cohen © 2009, 2022

'Twas the night before Pesach

And all through the house,

Not a bissell of chametz

Remained to de-louse.

Every corner was empty

Of crumbs and of pieces

No chameytz or se'or

Remained for the meeces.

(I should have said "mice"

But "meeces" would rhyme

With the pieces I referenced

Just above it one line.)

So now comes the Seder

With Matzah and stuff

Meant to recall our journey

To freedom - quite rough!

But He did it - God took us

From under the whip,

Through the sea and the desert

On a forty-year trip

Into chay-root - that's "freedom"

In our native tongue,

We went out, we went in!

And returned, old and young

To the land we were promised,

Stolen from us by force;

But in our generation,

Again, rightly ours!

And … one final word

For all you Messianics

About how Yeshua

Fits into these antics;

The Passover Lamb

Sacrificed for us all

Had His last Pesach meal

Before he took our fall

On Himself - our atonement

Forever He made;

"Afikomen" - "I arrived"

Is the message relayed

To untold generations

To end ceaseless strife:

Messiah, our Pesach,

And eternal life!

So, a sweet and a kosher

Passover to all!

Free from slavery and sin,

We say, “Yes” to the call.

Happy Pesach!

Rabbi Bruce