Yom Kippur

A description of how one spends Yom Kippur (Jewish day of atonement)

I sat on the edge of my bed

Mourning the past that was dead;

I praised HaShem with my speech

Grasping for H-m in my reach.

I felt the tears fall from my eyes

About all the year's worth of lies;

I could feel every sin pang from inside

And I atone for each one I can find.

I feel the kippah on my head

Weigh me down like pure lead;

I pray to Elohim to forgive my chet

And I praise H-s Word I have kept.

My payos hurt as I tug on them in regret

For all the standard I've haven't met;

I can feel my heart beat with each atonement

And I can almost feel G-d's removal of each moment.

I am eternally proud to be one of H-s

And I atone for all the lessons that I missed;

I breathe slowly with the strength of my ancestors in Judah

Long before the wise teachings of the Great Buddha.

The sun is almost down and the day is at an end

I have realized that each open wound will mend;

The sages teaching has come to mean more

Than I would have ever thought before.

Yom Kippur ends now at the closing of the day

I have lasted throughout with a stronger way;

Now I sit down to a kosher meal that is blessed

Awaiting to see what of me life will test.