A morning walk through autumn leaves The path is clear yet unknown.  It guides me through the branches of the trees  Where sunshine casts

Rosh Hashanah 'm standing in the sanctuary, on the bimah It is Shabbat. It's Rosh Hashanah. Year 5784. The cup of wine, after blessings...

We're in that fortress on a hill The view is rightfully obstructed, And what we see is beautiful and ever so tempting. But we are...