A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.Or does it explode?
Many people around the Globe will be recognizing what is known as Rosh Hashanah, the start of the Jewish New Year. Unlike December 31st, it is less a time of resolutions, more a time of recognizing, recalling past years, recalling the recent past year, and offering thanks for the simple gift of “Life”. Traditional celebrations include dipping a piece of fruit – often an apple- into honey, attending services, hearing the blowing of the Shofar (a ram’s horn) meeting with loved ones, and sharing a meal. It is a time defined as a Holy Day, rather than a holiday, though the holiday spirit suffuses all the activities, and this coupled with a strong sense of “tradition” connects people celebrating with a sense of purpose. To wish each other well, to offer a blessing for the coming year, to wish one another a year filled with sweetness and light – and prosperity. The latter wish used to surprise me; as an adult the latter is now seen as the opportunity to provide for others, some of that “sweetness and light”- so to all celebrating- Le Shana Tova Tikatevu; wishing you a year filled with Sweetness, Light & Prosperity; May you be inscribed for a good year!