Tishrei has arrived,
The sweetness in the air melds in perfect harmony with the sensation of warmth.
All around me the pomegranates are about to burst –
And shower me with 613 delicious seeds.
A gleaming ruby seed,
For every commandment I try to uphold
And for faith.
A faith so strong that it endures the molten shackles of millennia,
It drills through me into my past, into a history before mine,
Taking me to a place of beginning.
The sound surrounds me, enveloping me with the cries of angels,
And here I am,
Awaiting that drop of honey which will wash away my bitter faults,
And leave me purified for another new year.