We danced at En-gedi, beneath the falling water,

And sang into a violet sky,

Palms whispering off our prayers 

on their way past the stars.

We’ll sleep safe, we sit and talk

until the fullness of our feast

leaves us too weak to answer,

And one by one we nod off our non-sequeteurs.

We know of war, and are satisfied by peace,

We know of slavery, and are reborn to freedom,

We know of sorrow, and it leavens every joy,

We know of oppression, and it humbles us to meekness.

We know of enemies, so we pray for the wisdom to create friendship,

We know of intolerance, so we pray for the neccesity of patience,

We’ve known paucity, so we pray not to grasp or  to squander,

We’ve known cruel inhumanities, so we pray for the mercies of the Divine.

There will be days for horror, and evil’s retribution,

And days for toil, some laboring solution,

But not the Sabbath, no not now,

On the dayspring of thanksgiving.

Tonight, we count,

We count on one another,

We are family, sister, brother,

Tonight we count up blessings.

And when we have counted

every star in the ultraviolet dark,

Naming it with some providence received,

Some gift of God remembered,

Then we can throw our hands and heads

into that flowing tide of indigo warm,

Free from further debt to our Creator,

For all that we fondly call ours- has been His all along.

For we have danced at En-gedi,

We are the children of YHWH,

Tonight we sleep safe in Everlasting arms

and tomorrow, we shall journey home.