Ya’aleh Koleinu

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There was evening when our list of demands
could barely be seen through the dark

There was morning when
the light of the sun started a party

All day we perpetuate this
soulapalooza for You


There was evening when we sang
around the eternal campfire

There was morning when it got so bright
the electric company sent a bill to our heads

All day in this waiting room
hoping our number gets called


There was evening when we could
just barely see the stars

There was morning when we wished
we were still sleeping

All day the news cycle
makes us weep and shout


There was evening when all we could see
was evening in every direction

There was morning when the rescue workers came
and hugged us all day

All day words fly out of us
some of them, we hope, are sorry


There was evening when we suddenly felt safe
from the unseen dangers that come with the night

There was morning when all our cynical evil thoughts
vanished with the brightest white you’ve seen

All day we have our first aid kits within reach
hoping we’ll find no need to use them


There was evening when we were hyperaware
of how we could defeat gravity.

There was morning when we saw the beauty
in helping everyone cross the street

All day we can’t get over how sweet babies and
trees and kittens land in our eyes


There was evening when we pounded on the gates
begging to let us slide on this one

There was morning when we all got new faces
and our slates were never more clean

All day the things we said, felt and internalized
became more important than all the ones before.


There was evening when they Photoshopped
our shadows away

There was morning when we finally got to
where we hoped we were going.

All day we hoped again our essential workers
delivered our message, that it was received

that the evening came.

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