The Lord is my pilot, I shall not fear
the treacherous heavens, nor the cold stars.
If we make it to green waters, a habitable land,
it is He/She who will have held the wheel, steering us there.
These are but a slipstream between the valleys of death,
no more frightening than the storms of our home planet,
but without the true evil of unrighteous Nazis.
Therefore we are not to fear.
Death is part of life, and we Jews manage
to go through worse travels and travails.
So, be comforted.
Surely there will be tables full of honey and challah at journey’s end.
Surely we will build small houses between green hills.
Once again our cups will run over
We will both give and take mercy and
teach our new planet-mates about the Word.
Surely we will live in the House of the Lord for
