I used to send so many cards
With shofarot and honey jars,
Cezanne pink apples, purple wine,
Or Cubist style six pointed stars,
And wishes for a sweet New Year
With safe progression through the fast;
The first class stamp, the letter box,
Equipage of the recent past.
Now I customize and click,
An inbox blinks, a mobile chimes
‘Shanah tovah’ across the world,
As spoken too in ancient times.
The year begins; we know the taste,
The harmonies, the sense of awe,
Remembrance and rimonim,
The Written and the Oral law.
Our names are in the Book of Life
Inscribed, not tapped by SMS,
We think God may not be online
And heaven has no e-address.
The world, they say, was born this day
With quarks and photons at the birth,
The angels watched and voiced their doubts
At God’s creation of the earth.
They saw the holy algorithm,
Shattered vessels, spilling light
The forward march of endless time
And day, the firstborn child of night.