There are no bitter herbs, dipped in salt water
Tears and hardships are shunned, not remembered
There is no lamb on a platter.
Blood symbolizes war not sacrifice.
No thought of death outside the door
Held back by a promise of redemption
No though for any miracle
From the deliverance of a nation to life itself.
Elijah wanders though the dark
Finding closed door after closed door,
Wondering why this night is no different than any other.