Yom Kippur remains a day of morning
On which another year of joy depends.
Most make the most of life by choosing love,
Knowing more than they have knowledge of,
Immersed in means while bound for better ends.
Penitence must work its will by evening,
Passionate enough to make amends,
Until the last horn blows, the loved ones leaving,
Resolved to grace whichever way life wends.