With table candles for the Passover Seder lit,
A Rembrandt painting description did fit;
Father, Mother, two sons and guests recounted
Of slavery in Egypt which resounded.
Years later in Holocaust, genocide compounded,
Tragedies throughout history rebounded.
The liberation from oppressive darkness
To the creation of Israel in starkness.
So many names we recalled of those killed
With their hopes and dreams unfulfilled;
Lost to the annals of cities and towns;
No tombstones oblige their stories be told without bounds.
Israel’s creation, its Menorah lit,
Sets its emblem for Seders at which we sit.