Finger tips slide along
the glossiness
of two tiny cards
Tucked inside so many others, hiding in a
black velvet pouch, waiting to be seen in the light
of someone’s hopes,
Not a game of poker, not a game at all
But a guide , words that rouse the Sabbath soul
after weekdays heavy toll
Angels walk you home
From synagogue at night
So that you wont get hurt
By muggers on the way
By those who steal the holiness of time
Wishing to rob for unknown reason or rhyme
By the light of a dinner table,
Home at last,
Two little cards,
Like sacred tablets with one word
To show the way, lighten up the path
Of treks through wilderness of worry , ways winding with
wrath.
With closed eyes ,
magnifying mystery , chance,
What word will arise,
What answer, adventure or romance,
Not prophecies that need come true,
Words of choice, not happenstance,
But do what angels do
Climbing ladders,
They take your heart and lead you to what matters
“Shalom aleichem “
we sing
Our guests, angels coming home
some magic, and some peace they bring
Then off they go to roam
Searching for the sacred spark
In places cold and dark
For wine that warms
And spongy bread that forms
A family that loves.
Letters bouncing in my view
The font of faith-PURPOSE,
a sign of Sabbath, a simple clue
A question beyond the surface
life’s essence is on trial,
where can I find my soul’s holy smile
I pause to take the second card,
A word to forge my fate
What will the next word have me guard
My life’s goal indicate
Letters carved deep
penetrating, through and through
a font to savor and keep
my heart makes a lilting leap
I know its message to be true
COMPASSION :
the word its dictionary divine
Presents itself in mysterious fashion
A way of life yet to be mine.
when feeling tired, sad and down
And searching for some solace
In city or in some small town
Compassion is my talis
It girds me tight,
In measures always fit
It shines on me the gentle light
Of precious holy writ.
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