Our Sealed Rooms

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Seasons of the Moon Poetry


OUR SEALED ROOMS

You will never-ever know
What it felt like,
ripping the plastic off our windows,
To let the air of freedom
waft,
through panes sealed against the gas. Purim in Shushan
- five years ago -
in our sealed rooms.

How even the radio said
it was a miracle and quoted us Isaiah
between the ads for this and that
and yet,
it all vanished so quickly,
like a cloud of gas our faith,
and back we retreated once again to
our sealed rooms.


This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Adar 5756.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow

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