This is a story about love.
Of a forlorn forsaken girl,
Broken, humiliated and desecrated,
To the point that she saw herself
As deserving to be so.
And then, her hero savior
Showed up to her aid
And humiliated her tormentors
Slayed her pursuers and bid her
To follow him on an impossible journey
Through impassable hurdles.
And she followed.
She loved him.
And her loved her:
Choosing her though she was
Bare, emaciated, uncomely.
Yet, he wanted no other
For she was his true love.
In her elopement she took
Hardtack: a scarcely edible cracker
That sailors took on long sea-journeys
Though through the Desert did he lead her.
And he asked her that on their elopement anniversary
She again eats the hardtack
To remember her love for Him.
And this she does, the bride maiden,
For three thousand three hundred thirty-five anniversaries
And counting she remembers,
Re-enacts her love.
It hasn’t been a fairytale romance
There have been harsh bumps that threatened their trip direly.
But it has been a love story.
A story that began with love and has love throughout.
It is our story, and you are the main actor.
Share this matzah with fellow members of the tribe
Who may not have their own
And tell your children of the love that is now their own.