Shabbat In The Month Of Cheshvan Poem by Lewis Eron
Shabbat In The Month Of Cheshvan
When the candles die
Shabbat starts -
The quiet Shabbat
The noiseless Shabbat
The Shabbat of pillows and sheets and comforters
The Shabbat of darkness
And secrets
And stars
And of falling leaves,
And crickets
And bedroom windows still open.
When the candles die
And the dishes are washed
And the wine is gone
And it's time to sleep
Shabbat begins.
Lewis John Eron
October 20,2020
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