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Kol Nidre
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Nancy MarguliesBefore Kol Nidre 1: I now prepare
to unify my whole self—

heart
mind
consciousness
body
passions

with this holy community
with the Jewish people everywhere
with all people everywhere
with all life and being
to commune with the Source of all being.

May I find the words,
the music, the movements
that will put me in touch
with the great light of God.
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Miriam SalzerBefore Kol Nidre 2: May the rungs of insight and joy
that I reach in my devotion
flow from me to others
and fill all my actions in the world.

May the beauty of God rest upon us.
May God establish the works of our hands.
And may the works of our hands establish God.

Rabbi Burt Jacobson
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Kol NidreSara RussellMa’ariv Aravim
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down.
Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn.
Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass.
Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den. Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside.
Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung, let evening come.
Let it come, as it will, and don’t be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.
By Jane Kenyon
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Miriam Salzer“Listen Up, Y’all…”
"Listen up, y'all," says Shechinah, who looks today like a teacher in corduroy dress and sedate boots.
"Let the smartphone rest a bit, or learn how to hear My voice coming through its speaker.
Let your love for Me well up like unexpected tears. Everyone serves something: give your life to Me.
Let the channel of your heart open and My abundance will pour through.
But if you prefer profit, if you pretend – if you're not real with Me –
your life will feel hollow and your heart be embittered.
I won't punish you; I won't need to. Your hollowness will be punishment enough,
and the world will suffer for it.
So let My words twine around your arm, and shine like a headlamp between your eyes to light your way.
Teach them to everyone you meet. Write them at the end of your emails and on your business cards.
Then you'll remember how to live with the flow of all that is holy:you'll have heaven right here on earth.”
Rabbi Rachel Barenblat
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Ben Frandzel & Marie FavoriniMay Prayers Rise
May our prayer arise this evening, May our cry come before You by tomorrow morning,
May our song be heard by next nightfall. May our voices arise this evening,
May our righteousness be found by tomorrow morning, May our redemption be fulfilled by next nightfall.May our fast arise this evening, May our plea for pardon come by tomorrow morning,
May our sighs be answered by next nightfall.
May our memory arise this evening, May our community unite by tomorrow morning,
May we see Your splendor by next nightfall. May our knocking upon Your gates arise this evening,
May our joyfulness come by tomorrow morning, May our search for You be crowned by next nightfall.
May our weeping arise this evening, May it reach You by tomorrow morning.
May You answer us by next nightfall.
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Claire ToutantWe are as Clay
We are as clay in potter's hand, She does contract, she does expand.
So we are Yours to shape at will, We yield to You, our passions still.
Like masons shaping rough hewn stone, We are Your stuff in flesh and bone.
You deal with us in death, in life, We yield to You—please heal our strife!
Labrit habeit v'al tefen layetzer.
(We are in Your hands, God of love; Remember the covenant, and don't destroy Your creation!)
The smith can shape a blade of steel, Shape the edge and bend the heel,
So through life's fires You temper us, We yield to You—surrender us!
As jewelry is wrought from gold, And silver, too, is poured in mold,
So You our souls created, built, We yield to You—erase our guilt!
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Cathy HauerAleinu - And Then, And Then
And then, and then All human beings will be gentle
And then, and then All human beings will be strong
And then all will be so varied, rich, and free And everywhere will be called Eden once again.
Adapted from Judy Chicago
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Yom Kippur MorningYotzer Or - Good
Beloved, You are good and you wield goodness in shaping creation
and every single day in Your goodness, and with Your goodness
You make us new with all created things. You make me new.
I cling to yesterday (who would I be without the sorrows hat have worn grooves nto my back?) but that's my own smallness.
You've made me new, formed me for this new day a sapling unbowed.
The knot in my stomach, the knot in my throat -- You untie them.
Can I sit with You for even a few minutes before I tangle myself again?
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Vaughn HarrisonRedemption
Redemption is not a time, is not a place. Redemption is the Promised Land that has no boundaries.
It is the World to Come that is already here. Redemption is the discovery that within you
Is the ability to become, and to keep becoming. Redemption is reaching beyond self and into eternity.
Rabbi Jeffrey Goldwasser
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Harriet ZeinerDrash
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Laura Alster-MartinAliyah 1 - Recite the Torah Blessings
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Joe StreckerAliyah 2 - Recite the Torah Blessings
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Hilary RowenUnetaneh Tokef
Let us ask ourselves hard questions
For this is the time for truth. How much time did we waste
In the year that is now gone? Did we fill our days with life
Or were they dull and empty? Was there love inside our home
Or was the affectionate word left unsaid? Was there real companionship with children
Or was there a living together and a growing apart? How was it with our friends:
Were we there when they needed us or not? The kind deed: did we perform it or postpone it?
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Did we live by false values? Did we deceive others?
Did we deceive ourselves? Were we sensitive to the rights and feelings
Of those who worked for us? Did we acquire only possessions
Or did we acquire insights as well? Did we fear what the crowd would say
And keep quiet when we should have spoken out? Did we mind only our own business
Or did we feel the heartbreak of others? Did we live right, And if not,
Then have we learned, and will we change?
Adapted from R’ Jack Riemer
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Joe StreckerWho will choose… (#1)
Who will choose hatred, and who will choose love; Who will choose distance, and who connection;
Who hold a grudge, and who offer forgiveness; Who will be brittle, and who be resilient --
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Miriam SalzerWho will choose… (#2)
Who will shrug, and who take responsibility; Who ignore racism, and who work to change it;
Who will mouth platitudes, and who speak words of meaning; Who pretend away brokenness, and who seek repair --
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Cathy HauerWho will choose… (#3)
Who will consume, and who limit consumption; Who will throw out, and who will recycle;
Who’ll let the world burn, and who put out the fires; Who will be silent, and who speak for the planet;
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Linda GoldsteinWho will choose… (#4)
Who’ll yield to apathy, and who will engage; Who will ignore wrongs, and who work toward justice;
Who will stay home, and who help others vote; Who will cast blame, and who create change
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Philip Chapnick“Only the Red Fox, Only the Crow” by Charles Olson
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YizkorLaura Alster-MartinWe Remember Them
At the rising of the sun and its going down, we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, we remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share, we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make, we remember them.
As long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now a part of us as we remember them.
By Rabbi Jack Riemer & Sylvia Kamens.
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Sharon TurnerIf It Be Your Will, by Leonard Cohen
If it be your will / That I speak no more / And my voice be still / As it was before / I will speak no more / I shall abide until / I am spoken for / If it be your will

If it be your will / That a voice be true / From this broken hill / I will sing to you / From this broken hill / All your praises they shall ring / If it be your will / To let me sing / From this broken hill / All your praises they shall ring / If it be your will / To let me sing
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Neilah
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On Rosh HaShanah it is written, on Yom Kippur it is sealed:

That this year people will live and die,
some more gently than others
and nothing lives forever.
But amidst overwhelming forces
of nature and humankind,
we still write our own Book of Life,
and our actions are the words in it,
and the stages of our lives are the chapters,
and nothing goes unrecorded, ever.
Every deed counts.
Everything you do matters.
And we never know what act or word
will leave an impression or tip the scale.
So, if not now, then when?
For the things that we can change, there is t’shuvah, realignment,
For the things we cannot change, there is t’filah, prayer,
For the help we can give, there is tzedakah, justice.
Together, let us write a beautiful Book of Life
for the Holy One to read. ~ R. Joseph B. Meszler
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Nancy Margulies and Gary WarhaftigNe’ilah
The hinge of the year, the great gates opening and then slowly slowly closing on us.
I always imagine those gates hanging over the ocean fiery over the stone grey waters of evening.
We cast what we must change about ourselves onto the waters flowing to the sea.
The sins,errors, bad habits, whatever you call them, dissolve.
When I was little I cried out I! I! I! I want, I want.
Older, I feel less important, a worker bee in the hive of history, miles of hard labor to make my sweetness.
The gates are closing, The light is failing
I kneel before what I love imploring that it may live.
So much breaks, wears down, fails in us. We must forgive our broken promises—
their sharp shards in our hands.
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Nancy and GaryGod’s Door is Open
As melodies from this whole season wash over you and through you, imagine that you are standing in front of the open Ark.
Whisper to God (whatever that word means to you) what you most need to say
Right Now.
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Vaughn HarrisonOpening Our Gates
We understand Ne'ilah as the time of the closing of the gates. We call it our last chance to ask God to accept our prayers and forgive us. But Song of Songs says, "I sleep, but my heart wakes: my Beloved is knocking, saying, 'Open for me, my sister, my love, my dove...'" (5:2)
We are the "sister," the beloved, and the lover knocking on the door is God. Ne'ilah isn't when God prepares to close the door between us. Rather, it's when God is trying hardest to unlock the door for us, so that we and the One can meet in love.
The question is not "will our prayers be accepted before the gates close," but rather, "will we open ourselves to God?" What would it feel like to open the door of our hearts and let God in?
Adapted from a teaching by Rabbi Yehudah Amital z"l.
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Ellen Clark & ________"Wherever we stand to lift our eyes to heaven, that place is a Holy of Holies." —S. Ansky
The sun descending setting on the roof of the synagogue.
The cantor faces the open Ark. His exhausted voice sounds hoarse.
My lips are dry, my mouth bitter, My irritable tongue feels a burning sensation, sends flash signals to my brain, while my stomach blows shofar.
A realization: what it is like to be hungry… The sanctuary doors are closed,
I feel like Jonah in the whale’s belly.
A thousand people pray here and I feel lonely, uncertain.

After a day full of prayers a thunderstorm of psalms, poems, an avalanche of biblical passages
showering my God with compliments, praise, petition, lamentations, exhausted from memorial chants, confession of sins never committed I reach the last page of the Machzor.
I close my eyes, frightened by the thought that the liturgy I have been chanting all day
is not sincere, the words not mine.
Angels, hell, paradise, seem far away.
Now in the last moments before the Ark is closed, I pray:
Simple words, children, people, earth, sunshine, health, love, peace:
God—I say—make me wise enough to care about others who are hungry, good enough to share my love with the less fortunate in this world.
Herman Taube
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Marta Drury“Some Girls” by Alison Luterman
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CathyWildfire As the forest wildfire/Leaves new seedlings/In its devastation,/So too the heart,/When cracked open,/Allows for growth/In new directions
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