Brit Milah
26 Aug 2012 3 Comments
Today was Isaac’s brit milah (aka bris). It was held at Uncle Jon’s house in San Francisco. We had a small intimate turnout and everything went great. Our mohel, Rabbi Moshe Trager, was great: confident, funny, personable and knowledgeable. Pics will be forthcoming as Uncle Jon’s camera was used much more than mine.
Until then, I thought it would be fun to post the readings that Jenny and I read for Isaac. I read the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling and Jenny read “Poem of Thanksgiving” (Adapted by Rabbi Maggie Wenig from the poem by Rabbi Judith Shanks).
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Poem of Thanksgiving
With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might
I thank You, God, for the gift of this wonderful child.
I thank You for a healthy pregnancy, a safe
delivery and a speedy recovery.
With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might
I pray for the continued health of this child.
I pray for him to be strong in mind and body,
To grow steadily and sturdily in a home filled with joy.
I pray for him to become a person who greets the world
With passion, courage, humility, humor and patience.
With all my heart, with all my soul, with all my might
I pray for God to watch over me and my family.
I pray for the ability to love and nurture this child
To provide for him and to educate him,
To understand him and to allow him the freedom to grow.
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