On a rocking chair,
By a winter’s window,
From prayer book I stare
At the glistening snow.
The white beyond price
Disappears in the speck
Of a droplet of ice
On the edge of the deck
As if in trance,
All the colors in the sky,
A moment of chance
Nature’s miracle I espy.
Like a neon sign
Flashing off and on,
My heart could only pine
For the rain after dawn
Not to advertise,
A car or boat,
Nature’s wonder to promote.
And open heart’s eyes.
Many minutes go by
And all I could do
Was to fix my eye
On God’s tiny clue.
Green and red ,
Like traffic lights above,
Gentle guidance ahead,
Flickerings of love.
It’s Shabbes and quietly I sit,
Looking in the book and looking out,
To catch God’s presence if only a bit,
Within my soul a silent shout.
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