"Inviting Healing" is 2014 Alden Solovy and www.tobendlight.com.

Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.

We would like to thank the following artists whose music
and songs form the building blocks of this service and
continue to offer us comfort.

Rick Recht, El Na Rafa Na La

Pete Seeger, Where Have All the Flowers Gone
Arrangement by Peter, Paul & Mary

James Taylor, That Lonesome Road

Ruthie Foster, Tears of Pain

Willie Nelson, Always on My Mind
Arrangement by The Webb Sisters

Sweet Honey in the Rock, Wanting Memories









Yom Kippur 5775

Healing Service



By Rabbi Steven Moskowitz and
Cantor Talya Smilowitz


Accompanied by Rotem Sivan







Jewish Congregation of Brookville
Oyster Bay Jewish Center

We hope and pray that this service brings a measure of healing to our
hearts and souls.


We offer these meditations to accompany our silent meditations.


I Prayer for Peace by Rebbe Nahman of Bratslav

May it be Your will, O God, that all war and bloodshed cease, and that a
great and wondrous peace come to the world.
May nation not lift up sword against nation; may they learn war no more.
May all the inhabitants of the world recognize that we were not created for
conflict, rivalry, hatred, jealousy, or killing; but rather, that we were created
in order to acknowledge You and to praise You for all time.
Have compassion upon us, and fulfill for us the promise of Scripture:
I will bring peace to the land and you will lie down, and non shall make
you afraid. And I will remove every evil beast from the land, and the sword
shall not pass over your land.
Justice shall flow like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.
For the earth shall be filled with the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters
cover the sea.


II On Turning by Rabbi Jack Riemer

Now is the time for turning. The leaves are beginning to turn from green to
red and orange. The birds are beginning to turn and are heading once
more toward the South. The animals are beginning to turn to storing their
food for the winter. For leaves, birds, and animals turning comes
instinctively. But for us turning does not come so easily. It takes an act of
will for us to make a turn. It means breaking with old habits. It means
admitting that we have been wrong; and this is never easy. It means losing
face; it means starting all over again; and this is always painful. It means
saying: I am sorry. It means recognizing that we have the ability to change.
These things are terribly hard to do. But unless we turn, we will be trapped
forever in yesterdays ways. Lord, help us to turn from callousness to
sensitivity, from hostility to love, from pettiness to purpose, from envy to
contentment, from carelessness to discipline, from fear to faith. Turn us
around, O Lord, and bring us back toward You. Revive our lives, as at the
beginning. And turn us toward each other, Lord, for in isolation there is no
life.
III Inviting Healing by Alden Solovy

Radiance and awe, Let me invite this well of healing
Splendor and wonder, Into my breath,
The energy of being surrounds me, Into my blood,
Flowing day by day Into my spirit.
From the holy realms.
God of old,
Let me invite these gifts of holiness Healer and Guide,
Into my hands, You have blessed me with life,
Into my body, Days of hope and yearning,
Into the core of my being. Bless me with Your healing power.
Lead me back to
Let me invite the energy of life A life of wholeness and peace.
Into my limbs,
Into my chest,
Into my heart.


IV Prayer of Tears by Rabbi Steven Moskowitz

There are two tears.

There are the tears of pain.

These tears burn our cheeks when death stands before us, when the weight
of the heartache and loss feel crushing. These are the tears of despair when
we feel like we will never be able to live without our loved one. We look back
at these tears and wonder how we ever summoned the strength to place a
shovel of earth into our loved ones grave.

Later the tears of memory begin
to roll down our cheeks.
These tears do not sting.
Instead they are sweet.
We find that we laugh and smile
when recalling stories of our father or mother,
husband or wife, brother or sister, son or daughter,
grandfather or grandmother.
These tears bring with them the memories of loved ones.
They hurt, but do not sting.
Their taste is not the salt of bitterness
but the sweetness of memory.

There will always be tears. We cry when we remember,
Some will sting. But we also gain strength from these tears.
Others will be sweet. We discover
These later tears will bring with them Our tears are no longer incapacitating,
memories, but resuscitating.
stories,
images, pictures, words and
values.