Mizmor L'David Anthology
From across the sea they brought
their heavy utensils, mortar and pestle,
reminding them of familiar spices,
cinnamon, cloves and also chopped nuts,
could not abide again being strangers,
expected nothing from these gentiles
among whom they peddled to earn their living,
would never trust them, never believe that
one day, their grandchildren would marry them,
invite them to chop nuts
in grandma's mortar and pestle,
light holiday candles with them
and walk with them out of Egypt,
opening wide their doors
to love.