We were lucky enough to be invited to the most lovely, organic, outdoor Passover Seder on Friday night. Lucky especially since we're not at all Jewish.

But these friends take their generosity seriously, so there we were — sitting at one of four long tables — a peach tree heavy with fruit on one side — a buffet laden with love on the other — and scripts.

We read around and around the tables — those who know Hebrew and those who don't, the young and the old, the shy and the dramatic. The words were punctuated by song — from gospel to reggae — all live — and sips of wine and bits of matzah along the way.

Haiku 13
4/13/2012

egg, wine, bitter greens
we are the mixed multitudes,
we have time to rise