The songs we join in
are beeswax candles
burning with no smoke
a clean fire licking at the evening
our voices small flames quivering.
The songs string us like beads
on the hour. The ritual is
its own melody that leads us
where we have gone before
and hope to go again, the comfort
of year after year. Order:
we must touch each base
of the haggadah as we pass,
blessing, handwashing,
dipping this and that. Voices
half harmonize on the brukhahs.
Dear faces like a multitude
of moons hang over the table
and the truest brief blessing:
affection and peace that we make.
Some fantastic layers of imagery here, there is a sense of pagan mysticism that hangs over this work, beautiful and delicate. Good choice as a poem of the day.
" The comfort of year after year. Order, we must touch each base" . Sublimation of poesy in a way. A delicate and touching theme of the melody is stunning. Well deserved modern poem of the Day.
of the haggadah as we pass, blessing, handwashing, dipping this and that. Voices half harmonize on the brukhahs. very good poem. tony
Where we have gone before and hope to go again, there we have spread our vision amazingly. Songs with beauty motivate mind. This poem is definitely very interestingly penned. An excellent poem this is...10
Such a beautiful poem. Scrolling down i was surprised to see my comment. My memory lane is getting foggy! Couldn't recall reading it before. so glad to read it again. Goes to my favorite now..
Very nice poem, filled with spirituality. Congratulations on being poet of the day.
Thanks and congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day for second time.
A deeply engaging, spiritually themed poem; that is rooted in the rich traditions and rituals of Judaism.
The ritual is its own melody that leads us where we have gone before and hope to go again, the comfort of year after year............//// superb poem penned; lovely expression on the melody of hope and optimistic future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The songs we join in are beeswax candles.... our voices small flames quivering. Beautiful poem written with a delicacy touches the reader with its soft glow. Congratulations.