Song Supplement and Links / Resources from the Kehilla 2020 Online Seder

Links for the Kehilla Seder

THE KEHILLA HAGGADAH

https://kehillasynagogue.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Home-Haggadah-2013-Heb-Eng.pdf

ACORN ON THE SEDER PLATE

https://kehillasynagogue.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/An-Acorn-on-the-Seder-Plate-5780.pdf

SOGOREA TÉ LAND TRUST

https://sogoreate-landtrust.com/shuumi-land-tax/

COMMUNITY SUPPORT FUND FOR LOCAL INDIGENOUS

https://charity.gofundme.com/o/en/campaign/community-support-fund

DONATIONS TO KEHILLA

https://kehillasynagogue.org/makeadonation/

And where it says “In honor of or in memory of” put “Kehilla Zoom Seder”

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Song Supplement 

All Who Are Hungry (Ha-Lachma) © Linda Hirschhorn

May all who are hungry come and eat

May all who are hungry come and eat

This year we’re enslaved

next year may we be free

May all who are hungry come and eat

May all who are hungry come and eat

This year we’re enslaved

next year may we be free

Take it Slow Chant.  by Talia Cooper

Every moment brings new journeys

I will know which fork to take

When I follow my deepest yearnings

I will find my own way

Take it slow we will get there

All the roads will appear

Take it slow we will get there

We are already here

Life is long and lined with doorways

Knock on each one as you go

Some stay closed, some open your way

Just beyond all that you know

Take it slow we will get there

All the roads will appear

Take it slow we will get there

We are already here

We can see the horizon

We can feel the earth below

As we all are rising

We sing take it slow

Take it slow we will get there

All the roads will appear

Take it slow we will get there

We are already here

B’chol Dor Vador  © Linda Hirschhorn

B’chol dor vador 4x

In every generation we relive a time

we fled out of a narrow place with freedom on our mind

B’chol …

We recall how we were dancing when we saw the waters part

how we stood as one at Sinai and felt that Godbeat in our heart

B’chol …

Now we chant the ancient prayers even as we sing new songs

weave our future with the past keep the spirit in us strong

B’chol …

Sing of Miriam sing of Deborah sing of Emma sing of Szold

in every generation there’s a story to be told

B’chol …

Our rejoicing is a mixture of the bitter and the sweet

until all live in freedom our journey’s not complete

B’chol …

We must put an end to hunger hatred crime and war

in every generation that’s what we’re striving for

Oh yes in every generation we relive a time

we fled out of a narrow place with freedom on our mind

READINGS

Excerpt from “Wash your hands” by Dori Midnight

We are humans relearning to wash our hands.
Washing our hands is an act of love
an act of care
an act that puts the hypervigilant body at ease

Wash your hands
like you are washing the only teacup left that your great grandmother carried across the ocean, like you are washing the hair of a beloved who is dying, like you are washing the feet of Grace Lee Boggs, Beyonce, Jesus, your auntie, Audre Lorde, Mary Oliver- you get the picture.
Like this water is poured from a jug your best friend just carried for three miles from the spring they had to climb a mountain to reach.

Wash your hands and cough into your elbow, they say.
Rest more, stay home, drink water, have some soup, they say.

My friends, it is always true that we might want to fly on airplanes less and not go to work when we are sick.
that we might want to know who in our neighborhood has cancer, has a new baby, is old, has extra water, is a nurse,

It is already time that temporarily non-disabled people think about people living with chronic illness, that young people think about old people.

It is already time to slow down and feel how scared we are.

When fear arises,
let it wash over your body instead of staying curled up tight in your shoulders.
If your heart tightens, expand.
science says: compassion strengthens the immune system

want to blame something?
Blame capitalism, patriarchy, white supremacy.

In the night,
when you wake up with terror in your belly,
it is time to think about stardust and geological time
redwoods and dance parties
it is time
to care for one another
to pray over water
to wash away fear
every time we wash our hands

Keeping Quiet  by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve

and we will all keep still

for once on the face of the earth,

let’s not speak in any language;

let’s stop for a second,

and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment

without rush, without engines;

we would all be together

in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea

would not harm whales

and the man gathering salt

would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,

wars with gas, wars with fire,

victories with no survivors,

would put on clean clothes

and walk about with their brothers

in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused

with total inactivity.

Life is what it is about;

I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded

about keeping our lives moving,

and for once could do nothing,

perhaps a huge silence

might interrupt this sadness

of never understanding ourselves

and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us

as when everything seems dead

and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve

and you keep quiet and I will go.

From the Place Where We Are Right – Yehuda Amichai

Hebrew can be found at https://daysofawe.net/shebotzodkim.htm

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

Untitled by Leanne Grossman

The plague of today

Must not be passed over.

It kills by disease

Dismembers families

Threatens minds

And destroys bodies.

The US prison system

Is the Slave Ship of now

Black and brown people

Living in hell

Locked in a cell

Surrounded by a thousand walls.

No one reasonable enough

Or empathic enough

Or caring enough

Carries the keys to the ship.

The shackles?

Oh, they’re there.

On prison doors

On jail doors

On detention center gates

Where families await

The word…

…of the governor

…the sheriff

…the warden

…the judge

…the guards

The ugliest silence prevails

Because compassion pales

Beside the deep suffering

Of the incarcerated.

May our Pesach blessings

Our defiant actions

Send the swallow flying for freedom

Inside……… and outside too

They will come home

To greetings like

I missed you, Mommy

Bueno Papi, Te quiero

Hey bro, glad you’re back!

Emotions circle the streets

Where A family awaits…….

With a home-made meal

All together again

Their love will heal

While the long, hard work

Of forgiving

And forgetting

Begins anew.

When the people are freed

And the slave ship Is burned

Communities across the nation

Clack their pots and pans,

Clap for their return

Shouting “Blessings Elohim

Now we are all free!”

We may breathe wholly/holy once again….

Prayer for a pandemic

May we who must inconveniently shelter in place

Remember those who have neither shelter nor place

May we who are forced to keep a social distance for weeks

Remember those whose distance from fresh produce or decent health care is a daily reality

May we who have the luxury of working from home

Remember those who must choose between medicine and rent.

May we who have to cancel pleasure travel

Remember those who have no safe place to go.

May we who are losing our margin money in the tumult of the economic market

Remember those who have no margin at all.

As fear grips our country

Let us choose love.

During this time when we cannot physically wrap our arms around each other

Let us find ways to be the loving embrace to our neighbors.

– Claudia Schaefer