The Bar Mitzva

He stands before the Torah, ready,

The fruit of a long year of study.

 His breathing is slow and steady,

Prepared to take his long-awaited place.

The moment of truth has arrived,

The ceremony of a lifetime,

Where the family will revive,

Perhaps for the very last time.

His father looks at him with pride,

With tears he cannot seek to hide;

They fall softly down his face,

As his son stands and takes his place.

Today, a chapter of his life ends

The years of innocence and play,

Of foolishness and simple friends,

And nonsense cast away.

At the end of this long day,

He becomes accountable and grown;

He will have a word to say,

And take a seat among the elders' own.

He will embrace the responsibility

Passed down through generations;

He will bear the family history,

The future of a flourishing nation.

As candies shower down around him,

The light of childhood begins to fade;

He must see life for what it is

The beauty, the toil, and the shade.

If once it was a sign of obligation,

Today it is a powerful symbol;

A message shown to every nation:

Through terror, we stand tall and noble.

And as the whole family gathers

For this extraordinary event,

The spirits of his ancient fathers

Stand proud, their eternal support lent.

While he succeeds in his address.

Finally, let the music play!

Let the dancing mark his success

And the end of this momentous day.

With great strength and a courageous heart,

He stands a man … a Bar Mitzvah, set apart.

28.01.2026