I found a musical secret in the Torah
thanks to clicking the Rashi button.
The service for the service
was revealed to be the music –
the cymbals and harps used
in service to the service.
And to think it took generations
before they agreed to allow guitar
in the service, when the oldest text
was telling us to do so all along.
I wish there was a Rashi button
I could click whenever I encountered
a long list of numbers.
Rashi, do my taxes.
Rashi, what’s for dinner?
Rashi, can you read the kid a story?
Rashi, that trash isn’t going to take itself out.
Rashi was the Alexa of his day.
Or the Siri, or the Bixby, or the Cortana
or the Hello Google, what does the
Torah mean today?
(I’m willing to shorten this poem if
one of you wants to sponsor.)
I found a musical secret in the Torah.
I’m packing up my guitar to bring it
to anyone who wants to get religious.
This is the service I’m fit to perform.