Poem In Honor Of R’ Sholom Mordechai’s Release


Written By Rabbi Elchonon Jacobovitz, A Rebbi Who Maintained A Weekly Correspondence Compiled In The Book Inside Out


The cry was heard all ‘round the world,
Sholom Mordechai’s free!!!

And in an instant, all was clear,
the Hand of Destiny,

He Who orchestrates it all,
the whole world’s symphony,had coaxed from his dear violin,
the song’s vital last key,

Oh how those strings held on so tight,
as the Virtuso pulled and tugged,
some wondered if they would snap,
on the bow’s very next rub,
but no they only grew more firm,
as that Fiddler played,
the violin it never faltered,
never even swayed,

And all the other violins,
just watched in fascination,
how can that little fiddle bear,
the trials the tribulations?

Clearly this fiddle was made,
from something more than wood,
one need not more than have a look,
at all that it withstood,
utter devotion to the Fiddler,
and His every command,
unswerving commitment and boundless love,
to all members of the band,

But no it did not end there,
though that is where it began,
no, there was this secret tool,
for the fiddle was but one man,

There just had to be something else,
that kept that fiddle strong,
year after year after year,
throughout the endless song,
the secret was that behind that fiddle,
stood many a tear,
of Yidden who knew but one thing,
for my brother I care,

And when the cup was finally filled,
to the very top,
the Fiddler said “Now that’s enough,
this song, it just must stop!”

We know not when the other cup,
in Heaven will be through,
but this little wink we all did see,
it gives us hope anew,
that if we hold strong just as our friend,
R’ Shalom Mordechai did,

The Golus song’s crescendo will,
bring Moshiach ben Dovid!



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