Friday, March 18, 2011

and the SHABBAT QUEEN...

prepared herself for the evening to come...
dressed in all her finery...
HOLY....
holier than holy....
with her
cascading sheaths of white organza
and the pungent fragrance of oleander...
announcing her yearned for entrance....
She was REST and RESPIT and FAMILY....
She was the ULTIMATE entity....
signaling for the cold, cruel world to STOP...
and take stock....
for US...
to find shelter in the storm of activity and brutality....
and WE, en masse, prepared to WELCOME HER, yet again...
with open, yet weary, arms...
with open, yet weary, hearts
SHABBAT SHALOM....


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