A poem sent from a friend of Israel:
Along life’s road, I’ve noticed this
The grandest sights we often miss
We fail to see the lovely things
And miss the joy that seeing brings.
The flowers that bloom along the way
The setting sun at close of day
The mountains, valleys, streams and trees
We seem to miss the sight of these.
Hashem left it all to us,
To help ourselves to happiness
And yet we grumble and complain
Of too much drought or too much rain
Of too much heat or too much cold
All through our lives, until we’re old.
We kick and growl and fret and fuss
And all is wrong that is given to us.
The way to live, it seems to me
Is just to try our best to see
The pleasant side of everything
Instead of grumbling, try to sing
A song of praise and thankfulness
For all that’s ours of happiness
And pay Hashem a compliment
For all the blessings, He has sent you!
Tizku Leshanim Tovot Uneimot,
Binyamin Jadidi
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