Whatever may be the occasion, the most enthusiastic group of individuals comprises of children. They are filled with all vigor and energy, which infuses life into the celebration as well. Passover is yet another festival that is enjoyed by children. Their presence makes it all the more cheerful and lively. It is also necessary to teach children about the real essence of celebrating Pesach. One of easiest way to do it is through Passover poems that are enjoyed by children and as easy to comprehend as well. In the following lines, we have listed Pesach poetry for kids.
The Telling
Why is this night unlike all others
Are questions the youngest must say
We recline, we pray, we ask the Almighty
Please deliver us from Egypt this day.
Bitters and herbs are ours to consume
To remember the Exodus then
We eat, we drink, we cross the waters
Are pursued by Pharaoh and his men.
The Haggadah reading commands that we tell
How our ancestors toil, how they cry
We plead, we bend, we climb with Moses
And receive the tablets at Mount Sinai.
Elijah is here my father sings out
ALl bear witness as he flies
We tremble, we hide, we wait as he nears
We peer down through his ancient eyes.
- Brenda Spigelman Ajzenkopf
How Could the Lord for Our Sake Part the Sea
How could the Lord for our sake part the sea
And choose full well a folk that evil knew?
Passion, greed, and cruelty each Jew
Possessed with Egypt's children equally.
Yet those the Lord anointed as His own,
Passing over them on vengeance bent,
After many centuries to repent,
Still have, like other humans, hearts of stone.
So must we understand the Lord's high will
On us to place a burden, not a crown.
Vivid though His love, we lay it down
Even as we think we bear it still,
Righteous in our hearts, yet doing ill.
- Nicholas Gordon
Here We Have a Story for the World
Here we have the story for the world,
A tale of justice served and freedom won,
Principles of goodness, universal,
Printed out on stone by God's own hand.
Yes, the past was bloody, and the old
Promise was by faithlessness undone.
And wonders ceased, memories turned brittle,
Shadows fell, and love turned into land.
Still, the story breathes the air of words
Old and new, a tale not writ in stone,
Vast as the hard history of a people
Ever changing, ever one, a grand
Recital running through time's glass like sand.
- Nicholas Gordon
