"...joy in the trees."

Refreshed and renewed,

Attired in festive garments,

With candles nodding dreamily to

Unutterable expectations,

To intuitions of eternity,

Some of us are overcome with a feeling

As if almost all they would say would be like a veil.

There is not enough grandeur in our souls

To be able to unravel in words

The knot of time and eternity.

One should like to sing for all men,

For all generations…

There is a song in the wind

And joy in the trees.

The Sabbath arrives in the world,

Scattering a song in the silence of the night;

Eternity utters a day. Where are the words

That could compete with such might?

-Abraham Joshua Heschel