My Voice

By Simcha Chaya Azulay

Poetry at last

Nechama for my soul,

Longing for comfort

As never I had known before.

Hearing my voice

It sounds foreign to me,

I won’t give up

It’s time for me to speak!

When will we be comforted?

The question lingers on.

Feminine melodies

At last to be heard in a song!

Today is Zayin Adar,

Moshe was the leader

And he guided us as one.

His wife Tzipora had so much merit,

Too great for the world to grasp yet now the time has come.

For everyone to acknowledge her beauty and her goodness.

She had a life that mirrors our own.

Malchus in all its Glory

Ready to shine it’s glow.

We are ready to receive it

Once and for all!