Peeling a Pomegranate

I’ve been trying to create a new poem to replace the one by Arthur Waskow that I used in my Haggadah last year. I love his poem, but it didn’t quite express what I wanted. I wrote this, and think it may be what I use to open my seder this year.

We are the guardians of the fire
We pass the flame to connect the sparks
The sparks connect the web of life,
But sometimes we forget.

When we forget we create a hole - we create dark where once
there was light.

We are the guardians of the fire
We pass the flame to change dark to light.
The light feeds all life,
But sometimes we
forget.

When we forget some one is lost. There is no beacon to
guide them home.

We are the guardians of the fire
We pass the flame to mark the way.
For those who walk with us and those who may follow,
We leave this world brighter, with hope for tomorrow.

May we open our hearts to the heart of the universe, and feeling the light of the Divine within all, know that we are one.