Psalm 14: In My Fathers' Tent
A Psalm for Sukkot
(Goldstein Family Sukkah, circa 2024, photo credit: Michael Goldstein)
Psalm 14: In My Fathers' Tent In my fathers’ tent, That’s open on four sides, Who countless hours spent, To teach me about life. A tent cannot stand, Without its strong four walls, But if its doors are closed, It should not stand at all. Like Abraham and Isaac, Jacob and his sons, My dad taught me to welcome, The ones this world has shunned. Bring them food, bring them drink, Give them shelter from the sun, And never let them think, They walk through life unloved. For my fathers taught me love, Will always conquer hate, As long as we remember, That every soul is great. I know that there are men, Who would tear this world asunder, Just because they never got, Enough love from their mother. In my Fathers’ tent, That we build just once a year, Man’s purpose becomes evident — To fill this world with cheer! For I’ve had enough of tears, I’m tired of this crying, We share our darkest fears, There is no use in lying. But inside our sacred yurt, We can fill the space with light, And cast away the hurt, That plagues us in the night.