The dance

He dances, spinning and jumping as

Sparks fizz from the fire

Singeing points of light

Fly up into the dark woollen knit sky.

He moves crisply

In time with the group

Ever watchful to be like them

He wants to be absorbed by them

But unique, just like the rest

He somersaults and stands on his hands

Momentarily saying, ‘Look at me!

I am here too!’ He is happy to be

One with the group.

Rav Shimeon bar Yochai watches smiling

To see these young Jews

Move and dance as one

Am Israel Chai

In hope that the dance

Will be mirrored in other ways

Throughout the day and the year

To come, we need to move as one.