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The Chevra

The call may come

In dark of night

Not only to those sleeping

But for the friends and family

A watch

They all were keeping

Was shattered by

The saddest news

A loved one has been taken

And now the next call will soon come

The Chevrah will awaken

Perhaps that call may swift arrive

A storm that just appears

To wreak the havoc

In its wake

Leaving only tears

 

And who, I ask

In dark of night

Is there to calm the storm?

To first respond

To comfort some

Arrange and then inform

 

To expedite

In dark of night

To bring kavod acharon

To be there when

The strongest men

Can’t do it on their own

 

The women leave

Their families

And now become arrangers

For chessed done

With no payback

For grieving, total strangers

 

To run to hospitals and morgues

And nursing homes as well

And news to bear

And calm despair

In words they know to tell

 

They are Chevrah Kadishah

The few. The proud. The brave.

Who do their work

Relentlessly

From deathbed to the grave

 

And Zayin Adar

We salute

A tribute to these heroes

Who do their job

And don’t expect

Nothing more than zeros

 

Perhaps it is befitting

The time we honor them

Is on the day

Of passing

The humblest of men

 

Embodying

The selflessness

Of chessed with no end

A nation that would gripe and kvetch

He’d constantly defend

 

He saw a generation

Pass on for forty years

And saw them to their burial

On Tisha B’Av with tears

 

And he along

With all of them

Would have to stay behind

The care and love for Yisroel

Would never leave his mind

 

And on the day

The seventh

They hid him straight from birth

120 years hidden again

Somewhere in this earth

 

We recognize our Chevrah

Their chessed is so true

They strive to emulate

The love

Of Moshe Rabbeinu