And I Awake: Adon Olam

While I always think I could never possibly like any newfangled versions of prayers and hymns, occasionally I am proven wrong. This is special.

I recently learned the reason we sit as we sing Adon Olam at the end of services: to signal that we are not eager to leave, and would gladly start davening all over again. I can’t help but be moved when I juxtapose this detail with the fact that a tuneless Adon Olam is recited over the dying.

(Thank you to one of my favorite rabbis for making sure this found its way to me. I have listened to it more than 100 times over the past several months.)