A Poem for Sukkot


A Poem on Sukkot


Paul Singer


Frail temporary shelters,

Insubstantial walls.

Open to the sky, Heaven visible from within.

Four species, One soul.

Four directions, One home.

Wandering but not aimless.

Safe but vulnerable.



A God compassionate and gracious,

Slow to anger,

Abounding in kindness and faithfulness.


Frail, flimsy temporary shelters.

Structures without foundations,

Covered but exposed.

Four species, One people.

Four directions, One City.

Dispersed but unified.

Vulnerable, but strong.

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