In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember them.

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember them.

In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,

In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,

When we are weary and in need of strength,

When we are lost and sick at heart,

When we have joys we yearn to share,

So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us,

as we remember them.

From a poem by

Rabbi Sylvan Kamens and

Rabbi Jack Riemer