The year begins, the ego cries,

“Keep it mine, believe the lies.”

But we choose the crown, the King above,

Harsh to the self, yet filled with love.

Shofar sound, it cuts the night,

Turns the judgment into light.

Empty hearts, like seeds we bring,

Pomegranate full—faith above, we cling.

Not alone, but hand in hand,

One society takes its stand.

Brutal truth, the vow we make—

Unconditional love for heaven’s sake.