A Shabbat Poem

February 14, 2008
From Marge Piercy's The Art of Blessing the Day


WELLFLEEET SHABBAT

       The hawk eye of the sunslowly shuts.
       The breast of the bay is softly feathered
       dove gray.  The sky is barred like the sand
       when the tide trickles out.

      
       The great doors of shabbat are swinging
       open over the ocean, loosing the moon
       floating up slow   distorted   vast   a copper
       balloon just sailing free.

   
       The wind slides over the waves, patting
       them with its giant hand, and the sea
       stretches its muscles in the deep,
       purrs and rolls over.

   
       The sweet beeswax candles flicker
       and sigh, standing between the phlox
       and the roast chicken.  The wine shines
       its red lantern of joy.


       Here on this piney sandspit, the Shekinah
       comes on the short strong wings of the seaside
       sparrow raising her song and bringing
       down the fresh clean night.

         
Shabbat Shalom!
      


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