This is not the shul where I grew up.
The stairwells and classrooms where I played
as a child are all gone for good.
The new cantor is okay, I guess.
But she is not the same cantor who
instructed me for my Bar Mitzvah.
The Rabbi is giving his sermon,
talking about being willing to
move ahead in life to new places.
How far ahead does one have to move
before they become seperated
from the roots that they hoped to preserve?
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