The Poem At The End Of A Too- Errand Filled Day Poem by Shalom Freedman

THE POEM AT THE END OF A TOO ERRAND- FILLED DAY

The poem at the end of a too errand- filled day
Is a poem of incompleteness.

I might have done more today
I might have found a way to ‘truly write’
I might have reached that feeling
That I am in the true thing.

Tired and errand- troubled
Even afternoon sleep could not revive me.

I write this now
As the last effort
Before the Candles are lit
To enter Shabbat
As if I have earned
The rest
we are about to be blessed with.