Ma’ariv by Rabbi Rachel Barenblat of Bayit


You mix the watercolors of the evening

like my son, swishing his brush

until the waters are black with paint.

The sky is streaked and dimming.


The sun wheels over the horizon

like a glowing penny falling into its slot.

Day is spent, and in its place: the changing moon,

the spatterdash of stars across the sky’s expanse.


Every evening we tell ourselves the old story:

You cover over our sins,

forgiveness like a fleece blanket tucked around our ears.

When we cry out, You will hear.


Soothe my fear of life without enough light.

Rock me to sleep in the deepening dark.


El chai v’kayam, tamid yimloch aleinu l’olam va’ed.

Baruch atah YHVH, ha’ma’ariv aravim.


Living and enduring God,

you will reign over us always.

Blessed are You YHVH

Who evens the evenings.


haggadah Section: Introduction
Source: https://www.recustom.com/recoveryandhealing/Evening_Blessing_