In the spirit of Rosh Hashanah, I bring you one of my favorite poems, which is often read in my synagogue as part of the service on the second day:
The Paint-Box
I had a paint-box
Each color glowing with delight;
I had a paint-box with colors
Warm and cool and bright.
I had no red for wounds and blood,
I had no black for an orphaned child,
I had no white
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