Below are two beautiful pieces I encountered in my Siddur at yesterday’s Saturday Morning Service;
written by Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel.
We are a people in whom the past endures,
in whom the present is inconceivable without
moments gone by.
The Exodus lasted a moment, a moment enduring forever.
What happened once upon a time happens all the time.
A thought has blown the market place away.
There is a song on the wind and joy in the trees.
Shabbat arrives in the world, scattering
a song in the silence of the night:
Eternity utters a day.