It is told to us
That it was on the first day of Adar
That Moses and God released
The ninth plague,
Darkness,
When no one could see
What was right in front of them.
It is also told to us
That though this month begins in sorrow,
It ends in joy.
Purim!
When evil people plotted our demise
But we killed them instead.
I don’t see the joy in that, myself.
Blessed HaMavdil,
The one who divides,
Creating holiness with separation,
Dividing time into months with the moon,
Dividing time into months with the moon,
Reminding us that everything waxes and wanes.
Amen
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