"Blessed Art Thou, Lord Our God..."
When I spoke the blessing over the Sabbath candles
My longing cried out loud:
Shabbat shalom to you all, my darlings.
Ah, but they had pa**ed out of the lands of the living
And did not answer that warmth.
My quavering holy day spoke: my roots are on high.
And I whispered:
Shalom to you, Shabbat to you,
My darling, my soul.
And through my tears: a wandering flow of flames.
And all the wall was glistening gold.
So much the light surrounding me,
And so much the pain,
My own dear soul is about to pa** out.