Princess Shabbat - Revealed Poem by Lewis Eron

Have I now come to the point of life when I can see
The Shabbat princess revealed as a centerfold?
The girl next door, air-brushed, naked but not cold,
Dressed, so-to-speak, in a loose and flimsy
Schmata, still smiling, a shared spiritual fantasy,
And two loafs of bread and a bottle of not too old
Wine, a Sufi’s paradise as well, as I have been told.
This is what comes from reading Kabbalah literally:
Blissful visions, imagined love exceeds the ecstasy
Of real passion and candle light, Shabbat’s two fold
Commandment, real creation recalled in the cup I hold,
Full of wine, revealing truth, and drowning tragedy?
My princess, my bride, remove my troubles, bless my woes
For shrouds have no pockets, and souls do not wear clothes.

(Thursday, April 26,2012)