Gathered here in warmth and light,

We share in ancient stories tonight.

From hands both new and weathered with time,

We weave tradition's rich design.

For some, these customs feel like home—

The wine, the food, the sacred tome.

For others, fresh to Passover's ways,

These rituals spark wonder's blaze.

From Egypt's chains to freedom's shore,

We tell a tale told countless times before.

Yet each retelling brings insight anew,

A sparkle fresh as morning dew.

"Seder" means order, a path we'll trace

Through this evening's gathering, at our own pace.

Questions welcome, voices clear—

So ask away, all who gather here.

We'll break the matzah, sip the wine,

Taste bitter and sweet combine.

Each symbol holds a story true

Of freedom's journey, old and new.

So whether first or fiftieth year

You've joined our celebration here,

Tonight we all from Egypt flee—

Each soul discovering what it means to be free.

Let peace and joy fill every heart

As we prepare for our Seder to start.

For freedom's call still rings today,

And so we begin—now let us pray.