Is it stuffy in here, or is it just me?
Is it holy in here, or is that all Shuls?
Is it hungry in here, or is that Yom Kippur?
Like a shot of fresh air, Rosh Hashana arrives and revives.
All year round, running here or walking there. Today is when I back out for a moment or two, or two days.
And G-d knows it.
Hey, He knows everything. He certainly knows about His own holidays.
High holidays.
Like a shot of fresh air, pulsing through the entire world, He gives us new energy, for a whole new year.
Ahh, just what I needed.