In Pennsylvania’s embrace, at Fox Run’s sacred ground,

Where hearts converge, where love is found,

The Creator’s light, a beacon bright,

Guides our souls through day and night.

From JR’s eyes, the hugs unfold,

Friends like family, warm and bold,

A spectacle divine, the Creator’s art,

Painting joy within each heart.

Lance speaks of love, a tender flame,

Each friend’s embrace, no one the same,

Yearning to unite, above the strife,

Rising as one to a higher life.

Ella’s tale begins at journey’s start,

A team of care, with open heart,

Bananas, water, love’s sweet deed,

A trip that meets the soul’s deep need.

The rain, a downpour, fierce and wild,

Yet halts as if by heaven styled,

The moment we arrive, the skies clear wide,

Nature’s bow to the Creator’s pride.

That first night’s circle, voices raised,

Songs of unity, our hearts ablaze,

One family formed, hearts intertwined,

A merging of souls, pure and kind.

Ella’s friends, in awe they stand,

On gloomy days, the land so grand,

Nature’s beauty, the Creator’s face,

Manifest in this holy place.

Familiar faces, once just a screen,

Now alive, in love serene,

The American kli, a mighty force,

Part of Bnei Baruch’s sacred course.

In the forest’s heart, a circle forms,

Connected souls, through love transformed,

To Mother Nature, to each other bound,

One in spirit, on sacred ground.

The musical night, the gifts we share,

Warmth and joy fill the air,

Unity’s spark, a radiant glow,

Hearts aligned in a boundless flow.

Newcomers’ fire, their vibrant zeal,

Ignites the kli, makes it real,

A question to Rav, bold and true,

Their energy lifts the whole crew.

Andrew sings of hearts that melt,

In love’s vast sea, where grace is felt,

Forging a crown for the One above,

We dive into the waters of love.

The Creator’s reward, a burning desire,

To bestow, to rise, to lift ever higher.

Elliot’s wonder, a journey surreal,

Miracles carve paths where dreams feel real,

The right hand pulls, the left tests will,

Yet through the dark, we climb the hill.

The Middle Line, our choice, our way,

Balancing life, come what may.

Bill’s fervor drove him twenty-three hours,

Fueled by prayers for the Creator’s powers,

Light of faith, connection, and love,

Shining on the kli from above.

Sisters and brothers, with care they served,

Meals prepared, with love preserved,

Every detail, a testament clear,

To unity’s strength, to hearts sincere.

And when his truck met fate’s harsh call,

Bill’s heart still sang, “Thank you, Lord, for all.”

For this congress, the most profound,

Where heaven’s touch was truly found.

We leave on waves of love’s embrace,

Elevated, united, in sacred space,

One step closer to the Creator’s light,

Hearts merged as one, in eternal flight.

Baruch Hashem, for this holy bond,

In Pennsylvania’s arms, we found the beyond.

Ein Ode Milvado