0 [guestpost]This poem never fails to move me to tears. Written by Rabbi Jack Riemer and Sylvan Kamens, it has been translated into multiple languages and is often read at Jewish funeral services. [/guestpost] [featured-image single_newwindow=”false”]

At the rising sun and at its going down, we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.

At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer, we remember them.

At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn, we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember them.

As long as we live, they too will shall live.  For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.

When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember them.

When we have joy we crave to share, we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make, we remember them.

As long as we live, they too will live. For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.