1 toward the Omer

chesed shebchesed

No

baby

Moses

between

coals

and

glory,

I

bite

my

tongue

eating

the

maror

charoset

sandwich

My

love

asks

if

I’m

okay,

hears

the

silent

answer,

comes

with

me

to

look

where

I

can’t

until

I

can