It was a cool clear morning And My husband slipped off to Shul Careful not to wake me up. I got to Shul Just about in time for Mussaf There was a nice feeling in our Shul here All Young families With their Three year olds And Four year olds Coming in And Going out Running from father To Mother. I like it. Perhaps it's not so dignifying But it is so signifying Sounds of life meaning everything Generation To Generation Father To Son To Father I like to see youngsters at home in Shul I like to see the young mothers Trying to Daven And junior pulling at her skirts I like to see young fathers Pulling Up the tallis Over one shoulder And then over the other. And that's where we were And all these things were happening And we were saying Shemonah Esreh The women standing on their side The men "shukling" on theirs. 2 A movement in the back! I turned to look So did my neighbor And so did hers A lifting of eyes A turning of heads A what's going on A hand on a shoulder A word whispered in an ear A putting down of a book. A rustle A soldier A bang on a table A calling of names A list A memory of other soldiers And other lists, not ours. An announcement "All who have to leave for the front MAY BREAK THEIR FAST." A shake of the hand A hasty goodbye From soldiers of prayer To soldiers off somewhere A transformation A flick of the tallis over the head And the khaki is on. North? South? Nobody knows! A bang on the table Shemonah Esreh goes on Who by fire, who by sword, who when his Time runs out, who before his time runs out. Truckloads, Each truckload A prayer Each prayer A lifeload News News from Suez News from Golan And here it is Some days after And we hear The initiative Is in our hands?! And who by fire? And who by sword Who when his time runs out And Who Before His time runs out.