Susan Colin: Listen to Music

I am always moved when I see families worshipping together, and watching the children grow. I remember giggling with my sisters, playing with the fringe on my father's tallit, and wondering what it must be like to be a cantor, singing this intriguing music. Who would have guessed one day I would be on the bimah, singing, and watching other girls giggle during services?

Zohar 1:68a
Pray with me, pray with me, join in my song
Pray with me, pray with me – don’t leave me alone
As our prayers intertwine the hues will combine
A garment divine

A thread in a tallis, a grape in the wine
Sweet and refreshing, yet alone on the vine
When I’m alone my prayer is sincere
Floating on high, the hue of the sky

Pray with me…

On family and strangers my worship relies
Ten people together, our prayers multiply
Through simchas and blessings, kaddish and bris
Tears of our sorrows, hope of tomorrow

In the voice of my people our stories we’ll tell
In the warmth of the minyan God’s holiness dwells