trust me.
identifying space with walls numbering three, the spot is marked where the booth would be. a covering, a palm frond, and three myrtle twigs, two sticks from the willows a citron and some figs. for forty years they’d roam, seeking safety and solace in a place called home. a bundle of branches the sukkah is complete, it’s time now to rejoice with music and song, the taste of the festival under the stars is sweet.




