Dear Shliach

(Published in the Kislev 5773 edition of the Nshei Chabad Newsletter)

Dear Shliach
As a fifth-year bochur in the Mesivta/Zal program, I have had 21 Shluchim over the course of my years as a student. Each one has helped me grow and achieve in different ways. I would not be where I am today without their guidance.

Every day, new Shluchim are sent out to yeshivos and cities worldwide. Some may not be aware of the special powers they have been given to help them succeed in their mission.

I dedicate the following poem to each and every Shliach and Shlucha there ever was and ever will be, reminding you to use the supernatural strength that you were given.

Dear Shliach and Shlucha, It’s up to you to search and findYour lost brothers and to bring them back.Young or old, man or woman,Do what you have been born to do. As a Shliach of the Rebbe,You have a tremendous power:To talk, guide, help and saveThe future of our nation. Whether you were placed in a school or city,You have all of the powers you will need.Never give up, no matter what;Light up the sparks around you. Every Jew is a precious gem,Yet some need to be cut and shined.But you were given the power to do so,Just look inside. Each Shliach and ShluchaHas the power to keep our nation alive.Each and every JewIs a Shliach on his own right.

Newborn

I make a couple into parents.
I make a house a home.
I make everyone laugh.
I can brighten your day.
I make the toughest men coochie-coo.
I wear the cutest outfits.
I can cry louder than you may think.
I am very good at getting your attention.
I love making messes.
I gurgle and toot.
I’m supposed to burp loud and clear.
I am: A NEWBORN.


In honor of the birth of my nephew, Shmuel Dovid Roetter, born 2nd day of Sukkos 5773